How Being an Introvert Saved My Butt. Literally.

New Video 8/29/25

I spent a couple of my college years in Boston, Massachusetts, at the Berklee College of Music.

I feel kinda sad/bad for Berklee, for two reasons.

1. My spellcheck right now is asking me to spell it, “Berkley.” Because…
2. It always gets confused for the school on the West Coast, over there in California.

But, nope.

Didn’t go to that brainwashing factory, I went to a different one.

I didn’t like it at the time—I had dreams of starting a band and going somewhere and doing something, and didn’t like the fact that Berklee treated music as a business, not an art—but now I look back on those years fondly.

Distance does most memories justice, I suppose, and we treat nostalgia with more respect than it probably deserves.

That said, this tale comes from that time.

I hope you enjoy it.

I really hope someone from that era, who knows of the Frenchman (either through confrontation, rumors, or the flyer itself) sees this, and says, “OMG! I WAS THERE! I REMEMBER THAT!”

Dare to dream.