My heart is heavy and I am still in disbelief and shock that he’s gone.
Aaron was a close friend, instigator of the best kind and always ready to bugaloo which to know me was instantly endearing. I say Aaron because he admonished me after years of friendship that he had real name, lol. There was never a question to what was on his mind; when I first met him at Black Mountain shows in 2014, he told me he thought I’d be ugly and frumpy with a handle like Poetry Girl. This is hard to write because it makes it more real. We have had heart to hearts, pulled all nighters together, gambling or traipsing around NOLA, riding scooters around Indianapolis, laughing easily at his absurd assertions or funny ideas. He had such a big heart. I was so happy he made it to St Louis and texted him so, hoping the night filled him up, getting his head above water for a little while. The past year or so he had a heavy heart, lost zeal. I think of him every show really, always missing his dancing, competing with me for steps, which I won, haha, and missed him in Asheville during Music Never Stopped, watching the crowd really bust loose and get down, knowing he would be in heaven. When he hurt his foot and wore a brace, we maximized it in ADA in ATL; you know he would have had it no other way. Aaron lived life hard, harder than I ever could. Alas, desolation row.
Starheads make the best community. I love you all very much. We lost a good one and damn, I wish I could have talked to him Sunday. I hate it for so many reasons, not the least being, for his son.
Remember, it is a wonderful life. Bittersweet, but wondrous all the same. ❤️