Drum major

Interviewing drummer Ed Freitas was an absolute delight. He's one of the happiest people I've ever met, and this exudes from him in everything he does. I met him backstage at Creation Fest 2018 and we talked about his work, his drumming, digital programming, touring and .... world records.

Yes, Ed is currently the holder of TWO Guinness World Records, but if you want the details, you'll have to listen to his interview which is below.

As Cyba-X, Ed takes the stage with a massive, hi-tech array of equipment, arranged in what can only be described as Star Gate configuration. The electronics and digital technology behind what he does once he starts his performance need to be seen to be believed. Just take a look at the picture on this page.

One of Ed's tricks is to trigger sequencers as he creates his music live on the stage in front of his audience. He is literally a one-man-band, and he can create new music out of just about any theme or sample, from classical to heavy rock. You can check out his performances on YouTube, and I would do so - because you won't see anything else quite like it.



Photo credit: Steve Wheeler

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