Aaron

From College Dropout to Career Musician: A Letter to Worried Parents

I couldn’t concentrate in class. I kept thinking about my guitar, lyrics to songs I was working on. I’d daydream about performing in front of thousands. Old high school classmates in the crowd. My junior high crush apologizing for not noticing me: “If I could only go back, Aaron,” she’d say, “I’d do things differently.”

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Ode to Aunt Linda

I am 10 years old. My parents often can’t pick me up from hockey practice until later. I’m not terribly upset because Aunt Linda lives one block from the rink. She always seems happy to see me. Her kids have grown, so I have the place to myself. No surprise—she’s baked fresh bread. A thick

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How I Write Melodies

I have this recurring dream. I’m on stage performing in front of a crowd, but I forget the words and melody. I start making up gibberish. Gibberish words over gibberish melodies while I strum my guitar. It’s like I’m scatting, but it’s not supposed to sound improvised. It’s supposed to sound like completed lyrics and

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Junior High, Jars of Clay, and an Empty House

There’s a good chance you’re shy like I was. Well, not so much shy as lacking self-confidence. The bad part about this whole singer-songwriter thing is that singing is literally in the job title. And it’s difficult sing while lacking confidence, especially starting out. So what you’re going to need is an empty house. This

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