Aaron’s Rock & Roll

So when we cam to Austin, we traveled Soco, which was filled with funky and cool shops. And we were hoping 6^th street would be the same (nope). However, we did find Aaron’s Rock & Roll, and how can you not love rock & roll.
This shop is floor to ceiling cool with the weirdest and most wonderful things you can imagine. Posters and stickers and lunch boxes and action figured and t-​shirts and just the craziest stuff around.
The staff is friendly as hell and will help you find anything you’re looking for. Or thing you’re not looking for. Ask them what their favourite items in the store are, they’ll have great answers for you.
It’s a blast just to look around, even if you don’t buy anything. But buy something, you’ll be happy you did.

This place has the coolest stuff! A must see! Awesome window display of your into clowns… 5 stars: not nearly enough!

i never really go down 6^th street to party. I only go for one reason, two stores, Aaron’s and it’s sister store Smoking Caterpillar! Aaron’s has the best selection for creepy, strange, amazing things. All my Clockwork orange stuff comes from there. They always have something new! It’s a great place to see!

This place is all things weird, odd, rare and downright fantastic! I stop in here every time I am on 6^th Street!
You will find dozens of things that make you laugh so hard you will cry and probably would if you bought them all. It can be a bit pricey but, they are novelties you won’t find anywhere else and you want them so bad you will buy them!
Personally, I love the little tins that say what you are saving up for and the hand sanitizer that tells it like it is!

This store is one of the few reasons to go to 6^th St. They have obscure and cool action figures, belt buckles, wallets, wall art, lunch boxes, sticker, magnets, patches, buttons, collectables and tons of t-​shirts. Whatever your style– punk, retro, goth, weird, nerd or just a curious tourist, they have it!

I love this place. When I walk through that part of town, I always stop in. They welcome me, and I always find something new. Whether it’s retro, pinup, rock, punk, accessories, stickers, patches, figurines, inappropriate things, candy, etc etc etc. I can’t get enough. If you find something you like there, don’t leave it and come back — it won’t be there next time. They’ll have something equally cool, if not cooler, in its place. The only suggestion I’d have is to stay out of there when you’re broke. Because either you will spend what you don’t have, or you will walk out sad and longing for that one item you didn’t realize you were looking for, for years…

Another novelty shop in downtown. I really liked this place!
Everything is well organized and well-​stocked. It was alot of fun looking around at the random, weird things they had in the shop. The girl working was really nice too.
The only problem I had was it was a little bit pricy, but I still ended up buying things anyways!

This place is one of those oddities — it’s a legend, but only to those in the know. I realize that sounds at odds, but really it’s not, as this place is simply an Austin institution, throughout its various years, and various owners. No matter how much they try to pretty it up, it’s grungy. And that’s glorious. They’ve got all sorts of things on offer — much of it useless — but frankly its 60 percent smoke shop, 30 percent t-​shirt shop, and 10 percent counter-​culture museum. That’s pretty great.

Every time I pass by Aaron’s Rock & Roll it takes me back to Friday nights spent walking up and down 6^th Street, smoking clove cigarettes with my idiot friend Warren – our mullets flowing rebelliously behind us as we slunk away from yet another club that asked us for ID. (We were juniors in high school.)
Aaron’s always gave us shelter in that storm of rejection. I was an inveterate headbanger in those days, and I purchased many a pewter skull ring at Aaron’s, a gold hoop earring to replace the onyx stud I got at Piercing Pagoda, some band patches for the denim Harley jacket my mom bought for me at Sears, and who knows how many t-​shirts, posters, buttons, and profane stickers that I never had the guts to stick on anything.
Twenty years later, I sometimes wonder what the me from 1988 would think of the me in 2008 and vice versa. I’d hold him down and cut that mullet, and he’d probably cry tears of molten metal if he looked at my CD collection («Where’s the f*ckin’ Iron Maiden, man!?»), but we’d agree that Aaron’s is the place for those who like to rock out with their c#cks out.