Howard Aronson

I would like to introduce Howard Aronson. Howard is a "lover' of music and the lyrics that define a song. He has been writing since he was 8,. First with short stories in grade school, and then jokes as a Stand Up Comedian in the 80's. Howard is one of the most creative, and funny guys I have ever met.

Howard listens to a wide range of music, like Pearl Jam, The White Buffalo, Echo and The Bunneymen, Roxy Music, The Furs, Johnny Cash, and more. He is a fan of Rock, Blues, Progressive, New Wave, some punk, classical, jazz and country music.

Howard's lyrics are raw, real, deep, and razor sharp. They are stories, and ballads about himself and his battle with Addiction and Mental Illness. They are about his girlfriend's, his family, and upbringing, his friends, places he has been, and the experiences he has had in the past to present day. Some lyrics are about fictional characters as well.

Howard sees his lyrics being used for many different genres of music. All I will say is Howard is a "diamond in the rough", and could be someones Bernie Taupin. The possibilities are endless for him, and any singer/songwriter or band that wants to tap into his super creative, impactful, and emotional lyrics/mind. He will bring you to great highs, and depressing lows, that cut right to the bone.

 

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This lyric is about life in today's world as compared to when I grew up. So much negativity and degradation in our world today money talks and bullshit walks. No one in Washington can get honest, and everything is political. There's never any bipartisanship anymore. I feel like if you got enough money you can buy anything or anyone. I just know that is no excuse for this. But if someone could give me a reason, I'll listen. But I don't think you can.
This lyric is about the dysfunction, and disorganization of my life. Even though I'm OCD, I have a really hard time focusing because of my ADHD. To someone standing outside of me, it looks like I have a very organized life. But that's so far from the truth. Most of the time there are so many thoughts in my head, I'm so jumbled, and I don't know what to do first, and end up doing things twice at times. I need to rearrange my life that it becomes organized. Some people say you should learn to meditate, but that's just not me. I try medications, and they only work for so long or only do so much. I try AA meetings, I tried talking to my sponsor, I go hiking, and any of this rearrangement of my thoughts I'm trying to get them organized is very temporary. It's a real frustrating way to live a life. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.
This lyric is about being a slave to my addiction. When I was using most of the time I was locked inside my apartment, not literally, just figuratively I could have opened that door anytime I wanted to walked outside, but I couldn't do it. I need help from someone, and that's the basis of this lyric. I'm reaching out, crying for help and hopes that someone hears me.
This song is about my dad and myself. Even though we are different in a lot of ways, there was one thing we had in common, we will both unhappy my dad was a straight laced guy, had so much integrity, never drank a drugged to an excess, in fact I don't think he ever tried drugs, I know he liked appear every once in a while. He was very talented, as a creative director and the advertising business, and a painter. It wasn't much he couldn't do on the creative side of the line. Me on the other hand I have some of his creative talents, but I certainly didn't do the right things at several different times in my life the alcohol and the drugs the lying, the deceit, and just the lifestyle I led, led to much unhappiness for me. Sometimes I just think I'm an unhappy person, and I'm not sure if that's the depression that I have or it's just my nature. My dad on the other hand had a lot of reasons to not be unhappy. But as a kid he was an only child, and his father was very critical of him no matter what he did. No matter how much success he had in the advertising business or how wonderful his paintings were I don't think his dad ever appreciated it. Instead of positive reinforcement Tommy there was always negative criticism. This led my dad to be very unsure of himself, very unhappy
When I was a kid maybe about 11 or 12 it was a strange guy that was living in the town I lived in and you'd see him if you went downtown. People used to call him Ahdiah. Now we figured that probably wasn't as real name, but if you ask him his real name that's what he said. He was a funny little guy, and if he wasn't hanging out on the street looking like a homeless dude, he was down at the bar drinking. Now you didn't have much money, so obviously people used to buy them drinks and then make fun of them. They used to get a kick out of him saying his name over and over. And when he said his name we would repeat it back to him. Now the bar stories I only heard about, because I wasn't old enough to go into the bar but when he was on the street we did the same thing to him as the people did in the bar. He used to be an important guy, and I guess he had money at one time, but things changed. I feel bad today about making fun of him, but back then that's what kids used to do.