Adrian Aardvark bumps the thumping humps of old folks and youthful noise of younger fellas and gals. He dips in the doo-wop puddles of pop and trips in the distant dance jams left on melted mix tapes. Mumbles about hopes and hopelessness. Sings about dreams and nightmares. A sleep deprived gentleman who enjoys a glass of orange juice and a fresh plate of fish tacos.