Welcome back to the Conversation! Today I am joined by Aaron Trumm who is here to talk about his 4th rap/rock/fusion album, Strong Happy Healthy Free. Thank you for joining us today Aaron!
Thanks for having me! I’m honored.
This looks like it’s going to be a personal kind of interview so why don’t we start off by telling us a bit about yourself there Aaron? When did you start singing and what got you into rap/rock fusion?
It’s a long road! I was break-dancing and listening to hip-hop from day 1 of rap (well I was probably 6 months behind the curve since I lived in Taos, NM), as well as all the standard rock’n’roll of the time, plus my dad was always playing old country and western swing stuff. So the fusion of what I do is from how I grew up. I started making pause loop tapes and bad rap around 1989 (when I was 14) and part of the reason I was rapping was because I was afraid to sing! Singing was too intimate for me. Like pulling my pants down in front of everyone. It’s still like pulling my pants down, I just down care as much about being pantsed. I got into slam poetry for similar reasons - rapping on stage with beats or a band seemed more difficult to pull off, whereas slam was “just talking”. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Just talking on stage with no help and no music, pouring your heart out - that’s not only like pulling your pants down, it’s like taking every stitch of clothes off, plus your skin, and revealing to everyone the color and size of your intestines.

Not only were you born with Cystic Fibrosis and all that entails, but you nearly died quite recently, yet you say these are good things? Why is that? What have you learned with your chat with the reaper that you’ve put into your music?
Well first of all I’ve been chatting with the reaper for a long long time. When I was a kid, life expectancy in CF was about 20 years. I was very much not interested in that. I have a song on my last record, “Bleed”, which I may even cover in a completely different way on this record (I like to do that), which in one part goes:
“but I guess it’s not too late to make amends, and maybe we can still be friends… Just as long as you understand I don’t wanna come with you where you’re going”
The point is, I tried to make a deal with death. I wouldn’t bad mouth him or have a hatred for him, hell I might even stop running from him, but I had no intention of going with him yet. Death seems to have been cool with that agreement so far.
In 2013, though, I thought maybe the term of our deal would be up - my lungs tanked hard and I spent six months in and out of hospitals, and quite a few evenings it was not certain I’d make the night. Then I got this double lung transplant and almost as soon as I woke up I realized I had wanted it. I was tired of living with the limitation of bad lungs. I’d done a lot with that - played ice hockey at two colleges, martial arts all my life, 4 sport athlete in high school, and performing all over the country - but I wanted to be better. Now I don’t have a limitation in my lungs. I breathe as well as anyone. Without even practicing for a year, I could do most of the raps on this new record without even trying, whereas before it was a real trick to get through them with any breath.
I could be pissed off that I had the limitation in the first place, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little, but there’s always multiple ways to see something. The Christians say “God works in mysterious ways”, Zen has the story of the father who keeps having things happen and when someone says it’s good or bad he says “maybe”. It’s even becoming a cliche Facebook trend now to say life doesn’t have its own meaning other than what we put on it. It was not fun to have the reaper come and renegotiate our deal, I admit. But now I feel lucky, grateful and frankly, I don’t think I could have learned certain things like how to deal with pain and how to relate beautifully to things and people and what it really means that we aren’t in this alone, without that experience.
Plus now I breathe BETTER than most people and I feel like a badass with a bunch of wicked scars!