As Keaton grew to maturity (or lack thereof) amongst the pine trees of Maine, so, too, did they grow to love old comedy. Buster Keaton, Laurel & Hardy, the Marx Brothers, Danny Kaye - no one was safe! Keaton loved (and continues to love) them all. They even named themself after two of them!

Keaton spent the just-ok (certainly not better) part of seven years gaining experience as a concert harpist, never once intending to seriously pursue becoming a concert harpist. One has to question what on earth they were thinking during those seven years. Perhaps they were too busy getting back into theatre to stop and seriously evaluate their relationship with the harp. 

After high school they officially abandoned the harp, packed up their bags, skeedaddled off to Vermont, and emerged four years later with a BA in Theatre and a minor in Film & Television Studies from the University of Vermont. 

As for what's next? Well... that's as much of a mystery to Keaton as it is to everyone else! If I were you, I'd keep one ear to the grindstone and your nose to the ground. Or something like that. But of course, I'm not you. I'm Keaton. And if you liked what you saw here, feel free to get in touch with me on social media or via that cute little email button over there!