Hey there! I’m Michal Kasprowicz, and among a myriad of other things, I’m a drummer. It’s as simple as that. I’m the guy who brings the beat, the backbone, the pulse to the music. When the drums and bass lock in just right, they can transform a song, giving it a vibe so powerful it can shift the whole musical universe. Drums (yes, with a capital D) have this magical ability—just tweak the time signature and suddenly, you’re in a whole new dimension of sound.

Now, I know every drummer says this, but I genuinely believe I play with heart. I’m not one of those drummers who gets lost in the math of it all. Music is art, not science, and it should be felt, not calculated. Sure, precision has its place, but where’s the fun in that? Music should give you goosebumps, not make you feel like you’re in a math class. Science is fascinating, don’t get me wrong, but in the world of drumming, it can be a bit of a buzzkill. Art, on the other hand, speaks to the soul.

And speaking of science, I’m kind of a science nerd. I love diving into the mysteries of the cosmos, exploring the farthest reaches of the universe, and figuring out how things tick. Everything in the universe has its own rhythm, from the atomic clocks to the pulsars in deep space. Each of these cosmic ‘drummers’ has its unique beat, its own pattern. Did you know cesium atoms tick at 9,192,631,770 beats per second? Now that’s fast! Just like them, I have my own rhythm, my own style. I don’t mimic others; I drum to the beat of my own drum (pun intended).

I started my drumming journey at 15, turning my parents’ garage into my personal concert hall and driving the neighbors up the wall. Inspired by legends like Nico McBrain, I dove headfirst into rock, metal, and thrash. I was all about the noise and the chaos. At first, all those technical terms: para-diddles, ratamacues, and the like, were a foreign language. And let’s not even talk about the endless hand and foot techniques, traditional grips, and theories. I was a rebel, and I wanted to break free from the conventional.

I loved experimenting, creating my own rhythms, and basically just doing my own thing. Forget hitting the drumhead dead center or sticking to the book—where’s the fun in that? I wanted my snare rim shots to echo, to be loud, to be me. I play what I want because that’s who I am. Take it or leave it.

Rock on!

                              Drum on!

                                                          Don’t stop!