OH GOD – THE DRUMS

Adolescence can be hard. And loud.

“There’s an old joke – a son says to his father, ‘Dad, when I grow up I want to be a drummer.’ And the dad says, ‘Well, son – you gotta pick one. You can’t do both.’

I managed to do a bit of both one summer – the summer I trembled on the fault line between childhood and adolescence. It was the summer that high school first cast its mysterious September shadow over everything – and the Bangles taught us all how to walk like an Egyptian. It was 1986, and it was also the summer that I played a drum solo in public for the first time.”

So begins OH GOD – THE DRUMS, a comedic exploration of growing up – in all its awkward, painful and humorous detail. It is an hour-long, one-man show that chronicles how, when and why I became a drummer. Along the way it tells the story of first loves, paradiddles, life-long friendships, rubber boots, family dysfunction and why it’s hard to always be at the back of the band.

It is a show for anyone who has felt out of place. For those who didn’t fit in. For the chronically insecure. And yes – for people who like to hit things.