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."

O Me O My
Son Little Lyrics

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O me O my, O me O my
O me O my, frozen in time
O me O my

Feel the death grip of fear wrap a claw around your petrified heart
Ain't no way to make you stay
You wanna run and make a brand new start
On Mars

Feels like everywhere you go around the globe another terror awaits, yeah
And no matter what you change, all the pain and everything stays the same
O my

O me O my (O me O my), O me O my (O me O my)
O me O my, frozen in time
O me O my (O me O my)

Feel my body going numb and paranoia take control of my mind, yeah
With the pressure on my neck, this ain't no crocodile tears in my eyes, nah

Feel like everywhere you go around the globe another terror awaits, yeah
And no matter what you change, all the pain and everything stays the same
O my

O me O my (O me O my), O me O my (O me O my)
O me O my, strange fruit on the vine
O me O my (O me O my)

O me O my (O me O my), O me O my (O me O my)
O me O my, blind leading the blind
O me O my (O me O my)

O me O my (O me O my), O me O my (O me O my)
O me O my, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Son Little's "O Me O My" capture the feeling of being frozen in time, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. The repeated phrase "O me O my" evokes a sense of desperation and helplessness in the face of overwhelming challenges. The first verse describes the grip of fear like a claw around a heart, and the desire to run away to a new start. The mention of Mars adds a surreal element to the theme of escape.

The second verse deepens the sense of paranoia and despair, with the singer feeling their body going numb and a pressure on their neck. The mention of "crocodile tears" suggests that the singer is aware of how futile it is to try to hide their emotions in the face of such overwhelming circumstances. The repetition of the line "everywhere you go around the globe another terror awaits" captures the feeling of being unable to escape from the pervasive sense of danger and violence in the world.

Line by Line Meaning

O me O my, O me O my
Expressing astonishment or fear, suggesting that things are not going well.

O me O my, frozen in time
Feeling as if life is no longer moving or progressing. Feeling trapped in one’s situation.

O me O my
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

Feel the death grip of fear wrap a claw around your petrified heart
Feeling intense fear that feels like a hand closing tightly around one’s heart, making it feel cold and still.

Ain't no way to make you stay
Feeling that one cannot remain in one’s current state of fear and panic.

You wanna run and make a brand new start
Desiring to escape from the current circumstances and establish a new life.

On Mars
Expressing the need to escape so completely that one would rather live on another planet where the current problems cannot affect them.

Feels like everywhere you go around the globe another terror awaits, yeah
Feeling as if everywhere one goes in the world, there is another threat or danger lurking.

And no matter what you change, all the pain and everything stays the same
Experiencing the feeling of trying to make a change, but not seeing any results or improvement.

O my
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

Feel my body going numb and paranoia take control of my mind, yeah
Sensing the fear taking over one’s mind and body to the point where one becomes numb to the experience.

With the pressure on my neck, this ain't no crocodile tears in my eyes, nah
Feeling as if the fear and anxiety are suffocating, and that the tears are not fake, but a real expression of distress.

O me O my (O me O my), O me O my (O me O my)
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

O me O my, strange fruit on the vine
Feeling like an unusual and disturbing presence or state has descended and is taking over, like the strange fruit hanging from the vine in Billie Holiday’s song.

O me O my (O me O my)
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

O me O my (O me O my), O me O my (O me O my)
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

O me O my, blind leading the blind
Feeling that everyone is lost and without guidance, although pretending otherwise.

O me O my (O me O my)
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

O me O my (O me O my), O me O my (O me O my)
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

O me O my, yeah
Repeating the expression of astonishment or fear.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: AARON EARL LIVINGSTON

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