July 18, 2006
Aaron throws a kick ass party. He's fun to be around and he makes me laugh and smile. His girlfriend is hot and his wife is hotter. He may be the luckiest guy on the planet. He is defniately one of the coolest.
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June 22, 2005
After 23 years of knowing this bandit, I can honestly say there is no one else better to be with at six in the morning, when you've just gunned down the cognitive thoughts of everyone in the room the night before, leaving no prisoners or full Coronas. Let the sun shine in... it'll never catch us.
April 7, 2005
A-Bomb Haiku
========= Cine-sexy beats Air of Casablanca flair It's Aaron, dig it! February 11, 2005
We call him Dilly.
! cabaret,
*** XY ***,
**The Cult of Astrid Hadad**,
*Kingfish and Eddie's Hubba Hubba Revue*,
:: Ableton Live : Abuse the Warp Markers,
Absinthe,
Absinthe Connoisseurs,
After Dark (SF),
Amnesia Bar,
Anon Salon,
bassnectar,
Bohemian Carnival,
Breaks,
Burlesque,
Burning Mac,
Burning Man,
Dance at Harbin,
DJs,
DOWNTEMPO,
DUSTFISH,
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Uhhhh.... well.... like most things I started out innocent but soon hit the harder stuff. I was designed back in the 70s beneath the balboa palms of sunny San Diego by spaced-out hippies in Pacific Beach. I still hear gentle surf reverb even in total silence. At 7 I thought I was Ace Frehley. Common stuff. I probably would've ended up like Stacey Peralta but at 9 I lost my boogie board to iguanas out in the Mojave desert where my parents decided to relocate. Thrown into the infinite arid backdrop of Death Valley’s timeless stop-motion psychology, I picked up the guitar at twelve and hit the ground laughing. Inspired by peyote (actually i've never even touched the stuff), tarantula hawks, malt liquor, and old Indian petraglyphs, I began harnessing chords and melodies to reflect the psychic adventures and unstable isolations of the Western Trip. After high school I migrated north to the Redwoods and earned my keep by walkin’ bass lines in a Dixieland jazz ensemble and dabbling in philosophic letters at the local university. I was a voracious student and probably could've had a successful career in the cognitve sciences. But all the while I kept being slain by the sounds in my head- spinning, twisting, breathing, exploding into heavenly bandstands of wild jungle drums, dream-soaked orchestrations and cherry neon melodies. In January of 1996 I smashed soul-first into San Francisco and was immediately washed beneath the city’s swirling underworld of dialated discos, carbonated cabarets, and kinky lounge lofts. It was in these salubrious waters, amongst SF's thriving boho bonanza of bongos, beat hucksters, rave nymphs, burlesque stars, porn carneys, klown kitties, lazer berries, crack muppets, hipsters, slicksters, bleeps, blips, and Black Rock commandos that I first learned to tilt my hat, pull my sleeves back, slide the fader up, and steer a pair of 1200s through the forbidden flames of hot sonic doom. But these days I compose more music than I spin, and I seem to promote more events than I actually attend. I also love Lawrence Welk. So maybe there's a connection there.
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Fri, May 23, 2008 - 9:44 AM
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Hitchcock didn't choose this setting to unleash his little psycho-noir kingdom for nothing. Even the weather is smoke and mirrors. I’m 12 years deep in this muck and still completely appalled with inspiration. It’s funny how even your thoughts seem to mutate from one micro-hood to the next. It's sort of like a game of thought jenga; you start out with the most basic, most rudimentary ideas and stack your way to the shakiest ones... read more
I would like to get a few of these in a room together and study the effects they might have on each other. Isn't this how the terminators get started? Soon their intelligent beats will destroy us...
Tue, March 25, 2008 - 11:09 AM
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Fri, March 14, 2008 - 12:20 PM
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Much like Biz Markie’s evocative ‘Just a Friend‘, or the visceral tremors in Adam Freeland’s controversial mid-period, the haunting yodels of Slim Whitman’s ‘Indian Love Call’ also transport me back to a place I’ve long forgotten but somehow feel as though I might’ve worked there for a stint. Clerking maybe. Perhaps for a tender sweat and an honest wage I too was somehow happy within the crying glass tears of a pedal steal guitar. ... read more
They're kickin' in pretty good for me this year. They're usually at their most potent within the first few weeks that succeed being out there.
Fri, September 7, 2007 - 7:53 AM
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Last night I dreamt that there were deep, dark, cavernous caves underneath the playa built by some long vanished primordial civilization. The entrances to them (sprinkled around the perimeter of the playa) had modern facades with painted tiling and cement steps leading down into the ground (like subway stations) but the further you descended int... read more
I randomly ran into Tom Waits last weekend. I actually ran into him twice in the same day in two separate towns. What are the odds?
Tue, July 3, 2007 - 9:31 AM
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The first time we were both standing in an old second-hand junk store in Bodega staring into the same old display case. There were old antique ashtrays, daggers, belt buckles and such, everything reeking with that musty last-of-the-Mohicans presence. I would have never even recognized him if he hadn’t of started asking the owner a few questions about the stuf... read more
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