Adam Crowell

Teachers said it over and over when I pounded on desks, lockers, books: “That’s not a drum.” But I never quite outgrew it. Later in arts college, my vocal coach caught me tapping out a beat in class and handed me his djembe. After that I started collecting percussion instruments and working them into my music. Eventually, I decided to try making my own drums. Seeking the perfect balance between sound and aesthetics, I try to construct my drums with a simple beauty that both a musician and an art collector can appreciate. And while I’m making them, I sometimes keep beat at my workbench with wrenches and mallets. Because the way I see it, there’s potential for music everywhere. And sometimes, in the most unlikely places, there is a drum.