We are the Jersey Shore Drumline. We hit drums, consume granola bars at speeds that concern medical professionals, and speak fluent dut. Our sticks are extensions of our souls. Our warmups are ancient scrolls passed down through generations — specifically since around 2017, which is not that long ago, but we have committed to the mythology. No one knows how we got here. We rehearse in the band room or the courtyard and have decided both are sacred ground.

Legend says if you say “clean” three times into a mirror while holding a drum pad, someone yells “AGAIN” from directly behind you. We once performed so well at a competition that a judge experienced an emotion and then asked us to be quieter. We took neither as a compliment nor a criticism. We simply played again.

This site exists because OneDrive became a problem and email is a format nobody has respected since 2011. So here we are.

Welcome to the line. Learn the dut. Become the dut.