Aaron Pruitt is clearly tired. The stubble on his boyish face looks to be more than a day or two old. When he lifts his head to speak, his words are slow to come. He sips his beer even more slowly: It will still be half full after an hour. The cigarette that burns in the ashtray in front of him will rarely meet his lips. This isn't the kind of tired that is born of having too many whiskey-Cokes the night before. It's a more ingrained sort of weariness, one that is deeper, less easily medicated. And it's also the inspiration behind one of the most genuine rock albums released by a Twin Cities... More >>>