If he just gets one more tom he could totally do YYZ -- not that anyone would want him to. He would most likely spontaneously combust from sheer awesomeness, and be reduced to a little green globule on his drum kit. I'm sure nobody wants to see that.
I can't feel sorry for him though; he knew the risks coming in. Rock and roll is a mercurial multi-headed fire-breathing mistress that will eat you up and spit you out faster than you can call for mommy. That's why you've got to play it smart. He needs to ditch the drums in favor of a nice bassoon. You never hear about bassoon players getting into any trouble or bursting into flames on stage. The not bursting into flames part is a bit of a downer, but once you pull out your trusty bassoon all your troubles will melt away.
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