In this week’s issue I share…
1) Beginning Guitar: A Hack for Building Calluses
2) Patron Perks: Livestream Replay
3) On Songwriting: What to Put In and Leave Out of Your Song
Secret Songs Club
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This Secret Songs Club track helps my two-year-old go to sleep. I put it on repeat and he’s usually out by the third time. (I can’t guarantee it will work for you child, but if you’re like me, you’ll try anything!) Listen Now >> *Not a Secret Songs Club member? Learn more here.
A few years ago I wrote a children’s album I was calling “One Car Family.” Unfortunately, I was never able to officially release it. But thanks to the Secret Songs Club on Bandcamp, there’s a place for it! I’ve put it here for you members to enjoy, perhaps on a summer road trip. Thanks as
Off the upcoming concept album Up North, this song is about a lake camp in northern Minnesota, where kids come for fun and activities, but leave with something they didn’t expect. – –Want to hear the full song? Subscribe to my Secret Songs Club via Bandcamp for $5/mo or more and get instant access to
Every time Heidi leaves me with our four young boys I pray to God she comes back. I’m only half joking. This is a little Mother’s Day song. Here’s to all you mothers out there. Thank you. Love, Aaron – –Want to hear the full song? Subscribe to my Secret Songs Club via Bandcamp for $5/mo or more and get
This is a preview of Track 1 off my upcoming concept album about northern Minnesota. Why does it have those ugly underscores and all caps? Because it’s not final. “How Were the Roads?_MIX_A” means this is my mixer’s (David Welsh) first attempt to get all the levels right. The process goes from production (me) to
Hours before my son Magnus was born, I was listening to his heart rate broadcasted in the maternity room from the ultrasound speaker. I took my phone out and recorded the audio. Months later I used it as the rhythm piece for this instrumental version I created of “Making All Things New.” I thought it’d
Picture Day is the day your mom spends the morning helicoptering you, stressing about a strand of hair that won’t lie flat. Then at school, you stand in line while a sweaty photographer tells dad jokes and takes your classmates’ pictures. His camera is the size of a small puppy and he surrounds you with
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