My parents always listened to a ton of music, and growing up in Yugoslavia, I got to hear a lot of rhythmically diverse stuff, which got me interested in rhythm. I also always liked how everyone was always playing one thing, but the drummer seemed to play three or four distinct things at once, with distinct voices. That was way cool. Then, in about the fourth grade we had a very basic music class, where we learned how to play a basic rock beat using the drum sounds on a casio keyboard. That's when I started tapping on myself and my surroundings like an addict. Never picked up the drums 'til college, 'cause of all the moving around and refugee-ism we had to do. My stoner mexican buddy Tovar played bass freshman year and bought a drumset in case anyone ever wanted to jam with him...that was five years ago, and it's been awesome ever since.