That would be Ahmerst

There has to be a reason... Geology?!?

Better on heroin...

Better on cocaine...

In 1986, I entered the University of Massachusetts Amherst. True to form, my first semester is only half-remembered and characterized by "Kill the Wabbit" parties and academic probation. The next seven semesters where characterized by working my butt off to make up for my first semester. I graduated with a GPA of 3.00000 (ad infinitum) - which is double my first semester GPA.

I got an electric guitar as a high school graduation present. It's a Squire Bullet - black and wicked cool. I've been through three amps and four acoustic guitars since then but only one electric guitar. The Squire Bullet isn't made anymore - I'm not sure if this is good or bad.

Perhaps no one is more surprised than me that I actually received a B.S. in geology. I still don't know what I was thinking. Clearly I was confused - perhaps demented. I did learn that the way one tells the difference between silty soil and clayey soil is by taste. The hallmark of my geologic education was that I once mistook a discarded dirty piece of soap as possibly being dolomitic limestone.

As a young punk, I was pretty much obsessed with Van Halen. Unfortunately, I still can't play Eruption but I can play almost the entire Led Zeppelin catalog. I sometimes wish that Eddie Van Halen had died prior to the release of Diver Down so that there wouldn't be any record of his recent major-league sucky playing.