My family couldn’t afford drum lessons for me, thankfully there was a dusty drum kit in the music room at my school, I used to stay after lessons and play whenever I could. I had no idea what i was doing, it didn’t occur to me that there were techniques, rudiments, methods, and systems to learn. I just loved the sound of hitting them and it felt great to be able to contribute creative ideas with friends and make music (as awful as it was upon reflection).

Being on the spectrum i found it easy to get infatuated with things i found interesting, however the drums was to become so much more than that to me. As i was never much of an academic, struggled at school with the whole experience. Playing landed up becoming a kind of coping mechanism through all the madness, both from a pretty dysfunctional home and school life. Drums have remained the only consistent through most of my life.