
If it weren’t for that tour, he wouldn’t have linked up with musicians Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselich, who were in the market for a new drummer for their band, Nirvana.

Grohl details his upbringings in Virginia in vivid detail before recounting tales of his joining the hardcore punk act Scream as their drummer, embarking on a tour that allowed him to see the country. The only difference? Grohl had the fortitude to take off and leave suburbia behind, embarking on that search for something more, as he details in The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music, a memoir written by one of the most seminal voices in rock and roll music today. But most importantly, we found our worlds in music, and felt that despite the comfort that suburbia offered, we longed for something more. We had a fondness for watching Saturday Night Live every weekend. We both have some form of Attention Deficit Disorder, not finding oneself in the traditional public school system in search of something more fulfilling (I kid you not, I can actually play the drums with my teeth too, as he remarks in one of the early chapters of the book). We both grew up in suburbia, finding solace in the comfort of sleepy towns and the placidity of everyday life. I’ve learned over the past few weeks that Dave Grohl and I actually have a lot in common.
