Arann Harris is nearly a caricature of himself... this dude's energy is out of control... and full of soul... and he always has a shredding band to back him up.. look for him late night in the Amphitheater and on Sunday to help us close things down.. psyched...
Born in Oakland, California, Arann was raised on a steady diet of backyard chickens and rabbits with plenty of Run DMC, Too Short and The Beastie Boys.
A country boy a heart, his exuberance, and permanent "outside voice" were not suited for the indoor life of city- living. Arann found the open space of country life perfect for his large frame and big energy. Leaving Oakland to find what was right, Arann traveled the world farming, rafting, skiing and teaching only to settle in his father's home town of rural Petaluma. He settled on his family farm where he raised sheep for wool to sell at local farmer’s markets, spending most of his nights in a converted barn, playing guitar and writing music.
Arann’s distinctive voice comes from playing at countless campfires, hole-in-the-wall bars and coffee houses around the country. The themes of Arann’s lyrics could read like a journal of his travels: farming, animals, food, friends and “dirt-bag, wine-country livin’.” Yet traces of Arann’s urban upbringing can always be found in his music, providing kids raised on hip hop and other modern genres a bridge to the rich history of American folk.