Straight Out Of Benoni
Hello.
I’m drummer in Adam Boucher band. This is how I is normally talk because I is from South Africa. I’m learn to play to drums with African tribes in Savanna with cactus milk, Cow’s blood and and pig skin loin cloths. Main village elder was never happy with me because I is always taking too much cactus milk and trying to be sleeping with his daughter many times. He send me on journey to England. He says for finding myself. I’m think he doesn’t like me. Even buy me ticket. And here I is now 8 years later.
I jest of course. I do speak properly. Though some would say not far off from the above example. I am from Johannesburg but I did not learn to play drums in a rural village. I did learn to play them in an urban one. In rock bands. Shit rock bands. In a shit town called Benoni which, when translated means ‘son of my sorrow’. It wasn’t all bad though. When you grow up in a one horse shit town, you look for the few people who will inspire you to make something of yourself. You find them and grow together and then things only get better! So when I grew up, things weren’t so shit any more and I moved to the UK to find my fortune. It’s been many years now and I still haven’t found it. But I’ve hand loads of fun looking! And, contrary to popular belief, I have not wrestled a lion as a right of passage into manhood. I have run away from one ostrich and numerous rhino’s though. But they didn’t get me.
Anyway. Enough of this drivel. My band rocks and is a lot of fun. We rock it hard and loud. The other two don’t drink nearly as much as I’d like them to. But on the other hand, I don’t practice nearly as much as they’d like me to. It’s ok though. I get drunk enough for the three of us, and any time I drum, regardless of practice or not, I’m fucking on it anyway. Like a rock machine!
You should see us at a gig. Even if it is just to throw things at us.
Laters
