When I was three years old, my dad bought me my first drum set.

I remember my mom bought me one of their shirts for Easter so that I could wear Helmut Lang for Easter. That was my first piece.

I have this old Polo jacket. I've got to bring it wherever I go. And I have this one cape that somebody gave to me. It's this jumpsuit with this cape on the back that this one person gave to me. It's clutch.

Then I tried out for the Fontana High School drum line, in Riverside, and I did really well. I got second chair, and played snare in that drum line for three years.

The most ironic thing is my grandfather has his masters in music composition; he was a jazz composer. My dad was a musician, too. He played more, like, soul music.

Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas, and I eventually destroyed it. I wanted a real drum and he bought me a snare drum. Dad continued to buy me one drum after the other.