Family and Early Life
Wilk was born on September 5, 1968, in Portland, Oregon to a family of Polish-Jewish descent.
He lived in Chicago during his childhood, and then later settled in Southern California. Wilk started to play the drums when he was 13 years old. Wilk has stated that his biggest three influences are John Bonham, Keith Moon, and Elvin Jones. Wilk was also apparently a huge Van Halen fan in his youth, having seen the band live when he was 13.
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