In the Fall of 2015, I invited a few of my best music friends I had met through the local scene to come to my house and play their hearts out the best way they know how - to a somewhat aloof yet profoundly engaged audience that would celebrate them in a safe space. It quickly became a ritual of mine to book a show once a month, design the poster, stock my beer fridge and open my doors to my friends & familiars in the Rochester music scene.

Was this a social experiment? Were we progressives for abusing our college radio station's sound equipment? It's a stretch to call this thing hardly heroic at best. But the truth is that these shows provided safety, community, and catharsis to a troubled group of intellectuals all coming of age together.