Son Little is the stage name of Aaron Livingston, an American rhythm & blue… Read Full Bio ↴Son Little is the stage name of Aaron Livingston, an American rhythm & blues musician from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

“I was always a writer," says the man formerly known as Aaron Livingston. "Before I really learned music, I was serious about writing. Didn’t matter what it was. Just playing with words.”
Considering how long he's been making music, that's saying something. Born in Los Angeles to a preacher and a teacher, as a kid he absorbed songs from dusty family records and learned saxophone and piano, though he felt more at home inventing his own language on those instruments rather than following the lesson plan. Adapt or die, as they say.
Cycling through jazz, rock and R&B history, the hungry young son was beginning his true education. A few years later, the Livingstons moved to Queens, introducing Aaron to the active arts of hip-hop, basketball and city life. High school in suburban Jersey left him wanting more, so he headed to Manhattan and Columbia University, where he discovered art, recreational substances, and girls, girls, girls. He dropped out, got a job, got sad, kept journals. He moved to Philly, enrolled at Temple University, met the legendary Roots crew, even played music with them; they put his voice on an album, undun. He had a daughter, then a son. He was happy, still writing all the while.
Then, slowly, the music stalled. Faded. He got another dead end job. He checked out of days. He got sad again. He forgot how to adapt.
But, as it has the ability to do, the songwriting saved him. It was in his blood, he remembered. Coltrane. Hendrix. Santana. Tribe. And this time he vowed to never let it go. That's not to say he's always happy; he's human, after all. But making music helps keep things in perspective.
"I feel the weight of life as I always did, as everyone does," he says. "But I feel the weight lifted, because I love doing this. And the more I do it, the more I love it."
Son Little writes everywhere, every day, finding inspiration on the train, in a car, on the street, in the supermarket, with his children. Sometimes the ideas are fresh. Sometimes a tune comes from his past, a single spark. Nothing is off limits.
"It could be just a thought, and everything else comes from that," he says. "In one of my books could be a phrase that later is a song, and then the song becomes a whole catalog. It’s gotta germinate from somewhere."
Inspiration firmly struck, the song begins to bloom. There are many channels to Son Little's broadcast, varied stops on the dial, from blues to soul to funk to folk, and jook-joint jazz and chamber pop and back again. His voice—raw, weary yet alert, grave and gravelly, Marvin and Otis and Stevie all at once—soars and creeps, cracks and moans. His songs haunt, thrill, yearn and stomp like all the best work of his heroes.
And the learning never stops. Little has collaborated with highly respected artists like The Roots and the producer/DJ RJD2, mentoring under the former and creating a duo with the latter called Icebird, which allowed him to flex his considerable vocal chops and song arrangement skills.
"I've always loved the studio, but RJ helped me see how I can use it more effectively and find ways to challenge myself, and be inventive with sound. And The Roots, it’s hard to quantify what I’ve learned from them. Everything from how to rehearse to how to occupy the stage and command it…two things that are very fundamental in this business, and they are masters."
This fall sees the release of the first recorded output from Son Little for Anti- Records, an EP called, wouldn't you know it, Things I Forgot. Six songs: three babies (released first as videos), two twins, and an RJD2 remix. It's all there, all those misremembered things: Triumph and trophies, hardship and heartache, soft sentences, loud chapters, facts and birthdays, faces and places and scrapes and scales, nights and weeks and years all lost, gone into the ether, slipped away, out-sizing our normal human bandwidth.
"The singles, 'Cross My Heart' and 'Your Love Will Blow Me Away When My Heart Aches' and 'The River,' were more or less written consecutively," he says. "And so I think they were sort of internal responses to one other, complements. It's harder to place but I’ve been tinkering with the other two, 'Joy' and 'Alice,' for a long time. They’re sort of akin to one another in terms of mood. This is a small collection and maybe it's not as much a singular vision...it's more of a handful.”
A grip of memories; Things He Forgot. Son Little writes to remember, matching the disparate vibes of his full, full life with a patchwork blanket of sound, experience and inspiration. Inventing, observing, adapting. And still, it grows.
"I don’t see any end to the learning," he says. "And to understanding more of something that you immerse yourself in. Could be anything, again. Right now I’m immersed in this music and I feel that my understanding appreciates and changes scope and perspective. It's really rewarding in its own way."

Nice Dreams
Son Little Lyrics

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Please believe, I need you need me, see you by and by
See the seaweed, see you leave, salt teardrops from my eye
Well let's not dwell on bad things, let's have happy, let's grow trees
Let's not kick the habit, here's your catnip, pleasant dreams

Fleas displease me, out here wheezing, squeeze me till I'm gone
Seem to need, the need to leave me, holding on the phone
Let's us start unraveling, let's get happy, bust at seams

Let's make bad decisions, let's have visions, quivering
Quivering

Right when dreams come, they never come in one by one
I got you on my tongue, but I wake up underneath your thumb
And though dreams fade, they never really go away
I got you on my brain, every other half minute of the day

She's receiving, please me leave me, signals etched in stone
Smile please Stevie, high grade greenery, sing the saddest tones
Let's not dwell on bad things, let's have happy, let's grow trees
Let's not kick the habit, here's your catnip, pleasant dreams
Oh pleasant dreams
Oh pleasant dreams
Oh pleasant dreams

Right when dreams come, they never come in one by one
I got you on my tongue, but I wake up underneath her thumb
And though dreams they fade, they never really go away
I got you, on my brain, every other half minute of the day

Dreams, come

You, tongue
Dreams, fade

Overall Meaning

In Son Little's song Nice Dreams, the singer is expressing his deep need and desire for the person he is addressing in the lyrics. He assures them of his dependence on them, and acknowledges the pain and sadness he feels when they are apart. The seaweed and salt teardrops mentioned in the second line indicate a sense of longing, while the mention of growing trees and catnip suggests a desire to create a happy and positive atmosphere.

The singer then talks about his displeasure with fleas and his desperation to be with the person he's addressing. He mentions the need to make bad decisions and the sensation of quivering, which could be interpreted as a desire to take risks and live on the edge. However, the line "Let's not kick the habit, here's your catnip, pleasant dreams" suggests that he wants to keep a lid on it, perhaps not wanting to get too carried away.

The last part of the song sees the singer speaking about how the person he's addressing is communicating with him, and how her smile and "high-grade greenery" offer some comfort. The song concludes with a reiteration of the desire for pleasant dreams and the acknowledgement that even though dreams may fade, they never really go away.

Line by Line Meaning

Please believe, I need you need me, see you by and by
I urge you to trust that I require your presence; we will meet again soon.

See the seaweed, see you leave, salt teardrops from my eye
I observe the sea plants as you depart, and my eyes release tears like the salt waters surrounding us.

Well let's not dwell on bad things, let's have happy, let's grow trees
Instead of focusing on negativity, let us cultivate positivity and growth, both literally with plants and symbolically in our lives.

Let's not kick the habit, here's your catnip, pleasant dreams
Rather than attempting to break our natural tendencies, here is something to satisfy your needs and provide peaceful dreams.

Fleas displease me, out here wheezing, squeeze me till I'm gone
I am irritated by fleas and struggling to breathe, embrace me until my problems subside.

Seem to need, the need to leave me, holding on the phone
It appears that you require separation, but I am still holding onto the connection we share.

Let's us start unraveling, let's get happy, bust at seams
We should begin untangling our inner thoughts and feelings, ultimately reaching a state of joy, even if it feels overwhelming.

Let's make bad decisions, let's have visions, quivering
Instead of second-guessing ourselves, let's boldly embrace our ideas and dreams, even if it makes us feel vulnerable.

Right when dreams come, they never come in one by one
Dreams tend to arrive in clusters rather than isolated incidents.

I got you on my tongue, but I wake up underneath your thumb
I am fixated on you, but in reality, you have power over me.

And though dreams fade, they never really go away
Even when our hopes and aspirations dim, they never truly vanish from our minds.

I got you on my brain, every other half minute of the day
You occupy my thoughts for significant portions of the day, affecting my mental state frequently.

She's receiving, please me leave me, signals etched in stone
She acknowledges me, pleasing and ignoring me at will, with her intentions set in stone.

Smile please Stevie, high grade greenery, sing the saddest tones
Please brighten your mood, indulge in the best quality marijuana, and sing melancholic music.

Oh pleasant dreams
May you have delightful dreams.

Dreams, come
Dreams occur.

You, tongue
I think about you frequently.

Dreams, fade
Dreams lose their luster over time.

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