The Drummer
Young, Ambitious, and Intending to Stay Married
By Jack Greaves
Photos Courtesy of Matt Gooch
Matt Gooch walks into the Crossroads at BYU–Idaho in Rexburg and immediately starts bouncing from table to table, chatting with everyone whose face he recognizes. He’s tall, probably around six-feet-three if he didn’t hunch. He keeps his arms stiff at his side as he walks about the room, as if to conserve energy for when he goes behind the drum set. He wears a tight, short-billed hat that makes him look like a bike messenger in Brooklyn. His swagger makes it clear in an instant who he is: he’s the drummer.
After listening to a piano and bass duet, Gooch places himself on the throne of the drum set. It has the basics: a kick drum, snare, floor tom, hi hat, a ride, and a crash cymbal. He plays a smooth piece, accompanied by a trio on piano, upright bass, and brass, and then leaps away from the set, taking a meandering path filled with compliments from bystanders and quick hellos to people he missed earlier. Then he beelines to my table.
“You’re Jack?” His voice is husky yet clear.
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