Like the majestic poinsettia, I (Scoobert Doobert) was birthed from the
sandy soil of Encinitas, California. It’s a rad little beach town in San
Diego, most famous for its great surf and fringe-religious communities.
One of our main beaches, Swami’s, is named after Guru Paramahansa
Yogananda. His mediation garden is pretty dope.
From the mural
of a surfing Madonna to the statue we dubbed the Cardiff Kook, this spot
inspired a lot about my music. As a wee pup, I played guitar around town
in garages. Eventually the cops said I needed to stop. Many many times.
There aren’t many practice spaces around here, so the gang and I would
break into churches after hours to jam with their gear. We gigged around
at schools and coffee shops until my band mates moved away for college.
I
decided to learn to play drums and bass and production, so I could jam
with myself. I pretty much just did that for the last five years. Blazing,
surfing, writing, recording, missing my friends, and wrapping burritos
(day job). I started digging some of the stuff I was making, but still
didn’t have a name for the project.
While scrolling through memes, one clicked: Scoobert Doobert.
And better still, my name started to serve like a
litmus test for who would dig the music. As someone who has read this far,
congrats, you passed!
Welcome, amigo, to the Scoobertverse. I
hope your stay is a psychedelic kaleidoscope of good vibes, singalongs and
nostalgic futurism. Feel free to hit me up on
IG,
Reddit, or
Twitter
if you ever want to chat or share memes.