What is your first musical memory?
My first ever guitar. I was seven-years-old and my dad brought it home from his job. He was strumming the strings—he’s not a player, he was just fingering them randomly.
Did you express to him that you wanted a guitar?
No, it was so random. My dad works as a garbage man: he picks up trash for a commercial government agency. When I was a kid, he would always find brand new things that people had thrown away just because they didn’t want them anymore. He would find toys for me, and furniture for my mom. Whenever I heard him come home, I would run through the door to see what he’d found. When he brought me home the guitar, I immediately fell in love with it.
My dad also picks up trash after festivals like Coachella now. When I played there, I got to take him with me. I brought him backstage and he had a great time.
How long did it take you to learn how to play the guitar?
I had this guitar, but I didn’t know how to play it. I started begging my mom to put me in guitar classes. My dad’s friend played in the church choir every Sunday, so during the week I would practice there. It probably took me around eight or nine months to get the basics. I was a little kid—my fingers were a bit too small!