The circumstances of Aidan McNulty's conception and birth were as normal as normal could be. Jonathan and Nancy McNulty were highschool sweethearts who wed upon their graduation from community college. They'd had two kids already - Patricia and Leo - by the time Nancy read her positive pregnancy test in the bathroom of their tiny apartment. Nine months later they happily welcomed Aidan into the world and their family on a typically glum Seattle day. His siblings handled his presence slightly less well - his brother notorious asking to return him, and his sister only visiting when bribed with a barbie - but even they warmed up eventually. What followed was as typical a childhood as anyone could hope for. He and his siblings tortured each other other and lived by the rule that everyone was fair game. Age wasn't the hierarchy, the crown belonged to the biggest terror. Nancy loved warmly, and disciplined firmly though and they learned their manners, where they could and couldn't cause their trouble. The McNulty's had their failings like any family, every positive was accompanied by a negative. But the good more often than not outweighed the bad and they were tight knit and supportive for most of Aidan's childhood.

His interest in performing was born at a young age, possibly out of a need to stand out among siblings. He was a certifiable goof and a notorious ham, and by the time he was in middle school he had a grade wide reputation for being a class clown. Drama didn't suit him though, nor did band, and as he got older and moved into high school he struggled to find an outlet for his ideas, his creativity potent but unchanneled and often mischievous. Somewhat concurrently he discovered two things that would - to put it grandly - change his life. In his sophomore year of highschool he was introduced to spoken word poetry and to the work of local Seattle rap outfit Tribal Productions. Terrified to test his own ability to spit rhymes, he focused his efforts on what he found the more mangeable form of verbal acrobatics while fostering his love of rap by voraciously consuming any and all albums he could get his hands on. Still, he became more and more fascinated by the overlap and found himself laying his poetry over beats, cautiously showing it to friends, sticking his toes in the water. But by the time graduation rolled around, he'd form a locally lauded rap group of his own and had mostly dropped off the circuit of spoken word open mics.

While his parents were supportive of his interest in the arts, they were also keen on securing him a future. College was a non-negotiable issue in the McNulty house. He would go or he would find somewhere else to live, and some other way to pay his bills. Aidan decided to major in social work. While his family was relatively well off by the standards of his neighborhood, he'd been exposed to a lot of things that had incited in him a desire to give something back. For him college was what it was for most guys. A mix of red cups and classes, beer pong tournaments and babes. Socially conscious as he was he was also a twenty year old guy and partying had a way of taking precedence. What he didn't realize and what he wouldn't realize till he looked back years later, but his predisposition to partying more than he worked was just the top of a long and slippery slope. Upon graduation, he decided to swallow his hometown pride and move to LA. Seattle's rap scene was not what he wanted it to be yet and social work was social work anywhere. He began working in a juvenile detention center and starting to find clubs that would let him dj on weekends.

Two or so years into his time in LA, he quit his job in social work. Aidan was making a decent name for himself on the local hip hop circle as a dj and a producer to watch. He had a keen ear and a desire to foster local talent that made him a favorite in LA hiphop clubs. But it also made him a regular on the club scene and suddenly he found that old issue of partying above else returning, bigger, badder, and more dangerous than before. As he became more successful he also began to slip into a pattern of drug abuse that would continue to worsen throughout his time in LA. What had started as a recreational interest in prescription pills, became an full fledged addiction, and lead to him being one of many hip hop acolytes to succumb to cough syrup. The substances sapped his creativity. By the time he was twenty six whatever buzz he had generated from his first mixtape had faded and he found himself sitting in the living room of his parents home holding pamphlets for rehab centers. He officially entered rehab two weeks later. When he came out, he decided to stay in Seattle. The rap scene had grown into something strong, and diverse, and he felt his home might be the best place for him to get his life back on track. He and his friend began recording and in 2009, he dropped his first mixtape in almost four years. The VS EP put Aidan back the map. Generating not only local buzz but internet buzz that widened his sphere of influence and presented the possibility of more widespread success.

Aidan is now almost three years sober. He still lives in Seattle is now a veritable local celebrity on the brink of national fame. When he's not touring with his best friend and producer, he lives a low key life. Goofy, laidback, and good humored, Aidan is more than content to spend his days and his nights making music and kicking it with the people he cares about. Sobriety has been no easy road for him and he's still come to understand who is without drugs, and how to handle the world without dulling it. But mostly he remains optimistic, patiently waiting to see where the fuck his career will take him, since as far as he's concerned it's already taken him farther than he ever expected it would.