I took tap classes growing up.
Using something that is really painful, generally, as the percussive element for a beat, I think is cool.
I play a little bit of everything. I beat on the walls. I whistle. I scream. I go outside and scream because it sounds cool when it's recorded. I play drums on a chair. I snap, clap... just anything to build the track and make it feel like I want it to.
It's as if my left heel is my bass drum and my right heel is the floor tom-tom. I can get snare out of my right toe by not putting it down on the floor hard, and, if I want cymbals, I land flat on both feet, full strength on the floor.
You know the drum was the first instrument besides the human voice.
I've always, especially through old Hollywood musicals, loved just to watch tap dancing; I adore it. I think it's fantastic.
I was playing with steel picks on a steel guitar, and there was no amplification needed.
Just like a comedian has a certain joke or a jazz musician has a riff that they know will get the crowd, a tap dancer always has a step.
Anything you strike, anything you shake or rattle, or just anything that can be picked up, and you can create a sound.
