ABOUT
Aaron Jackson is:
A fictional creation, based on fact.
Descended from a long-established line of Northumbrian wolves and recently-arrived monsters of dark Baltic immensity.
A man of the North who followed his big mouth South to see if men and machines could still create magic together, escaping the gravitational pull of two capitals before becoming a citizen of Mancunia.
A dyslexic who went on to lecture and publish on England in English - which turned out to be neither his native country nor his native language.
Part of a brotherhood of Northern Barbarians who wrote shared paeans to Zen brutality on the rivers that made Engels gasp and Rome weep.
Someone who saw the elephant.
(Which turned out to be pink.)
Someone who clung by fingertips to bad holds over worse landings, and navigated hell lit by the light of twin hearts.
A qualifed educator, published academic, and original musician who knows the best things he made had nothing to do with him.
He is / was as he is / does, which is why he doesn’t give out personal biographical information on the internet.
(And nor should you).
But he doesn’t lie, which is why all of the above is true.
And his star sign is blue.