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.
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
if you ever want to chat or share memes.