Staind, Nickelback, Counting Crows, Three Doors Down, Foo Fighters, Seether, Shinedown, Puddle of Mudd, Incubus, Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, CSN, Lincoln Park, Black Crows, Queen, Bebe King, Johnny Lang, Kenny Wayne Shepard, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Aretha Franklin, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder
Beetlejuice or any Tim Burton movie, What About Bob, Secret Window or anything Johnny Depp, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Dracula - old and new - Gary Oldham sucks the best. lol
I was lucky enough to be born in Memphis. The birth place of the blues, and rock-n-roll. I love music and envy the talent of those blessed with such ability.
I lost my only son to the disease of addiction. One night I was flipping through channels and heard for a brief second as I surfed channels, a sound that grabbed me instantly. I had to flip back to the channel.
The voice and melody caught me first. Then as I listened to the lyrics of "It's Been Awhile" I was blown away. It made me feel like my son was talking to me. I have been a fan ever since.
No one describes the pain quite like Aaron in his songs.
"For You" is another one of my favorites though it makes me ache because I feel guilty of the things he sang about - couldn't save my son. I wasn't hearing my son's cries...
YES - I would give my right arm to talk to Aaron.
Aaron's music points out that no one wakes up one day and decides to become an addict. Addiction is a shameful choice according to society.
Even the addict hates themselves for not being able to stop using. It strips them of their self esteem. No one hates addiction more than the addict.
Medical doctors still ignore the progress science has achieved in the treatment of the disease. The medical community still believes it is a personal choice.
Why waste time on a addict?
I have the utmost respect for someone who has battled the disease and overcome the demon. But it will always be a battle to keep it at bay.
No one is braver than an addict struggling to get clean. I am so proud of each addict who reaches sobriety and clean living. You are the bravest people I know.
I wrote this poem for my son who I lost to addiction
If I Should Die At Twenty-Three
If I should die at twenty-three
Tell me what becomes of me
Will I be forgiven all of my sin
Or made to try living over again
If I should die at twenty-three
Demons finally setting me free
And knowing you did your best
Please understand I need to rest
If I should die at twenty-three
Know that death has set me free
Please forgive me for your grief
I know my stay here was so brief
If I should die at twenty-three
Can you go on after burying me
And remember good times past
Wonderful memories meant to last
If I should die at twenty-three
Will the world remember me
Will it be kind and judge me not
For lessons learned and then forgot
If I should die at twenty-three
I’ll never forget your love for me
No matter time, distance, or space
Always I’ll see your loving face
Son, you died at twenty-three
Now tell me what becomes of me
Must I go on after burying you
Tell me Son what shall I do
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