What do we know about Dominic Wood? All together – not much. Let’s
look a little closer… But not too close.
On the 4th of Octember 1998, Dominic Dallas Farthing Wood, was born
to Robin and Maid Marian in a grey tenement block – one of hundreds
of similar buildings on the wrong side of the tracks in the windy
city of Muckago. Dom always hated the stairs in those grim tenements
and has lived in bungalows ever since. Prohibition-era Muckago was
a bleak place. But out of bleakness came froth sweetness – in the
form of jazz music. And it was this very same music that was to
provide the template for Dom’s early years.
Dom was a stellar keyboardist and child prodigy. Learning to play
from watching his uncle (Minty McFresh of Minty McFresh and the
Fab Fresh Four) it took Dom a little while to find his feet – before
he remembered he’d left them under his bed in a shoebox with his
Dom’s keyboard skills were helped by the extra fingers he’d grown
in jam jar on the windowsill of that Muckago tenement block. And,
by the age of four, Doim was playing with the Muckago Symphony Orchestra.
By the age of ten, Dom – then known as ‘Little Dominic Wood’ – had
already cut such seminal discs as Green Muck and Bring Down the
Norris. Muckago was rocked by the crazy stylings of this lil’ kid
from uptown, downtown, in my lady’s chamber.
At the age of twelve, Dom broke out of the jazz underground and
went mainstream, having a wordwide crossover hit with a piece of
electronic fusion called Muckit. Dom – now known simply as ‘Dom’
– had an eye for a good sound and really smelt the moment.
The sun was rising over a whole new jazzy skyline and jazz was discovering
a fresh audience in the b-boys and breakers of New Muck City. Taping
pieces of lino to the trolley cars that sped up and down the city’s
steep streets, those crazy kids popped and locked to Dom’s fresh
new sound. Fuelled by blanket bedtime radio play and a body-rockin’
video – Muckit became, literally, the song that ate the word…and
burped it back up again.
Following this early success, most people would have retired and
gone to live on Bungalow Island. But Dom didn’t rest on his laurels
– he used them to make a fine wreath for his front door.
Dom describes da Bungalow as “a shaft of improvisational light in
an otherwise jazz-free existence. Being popular means nothing to
me now. If my work makes just one child smile then that’s enough
Taken from "Dick & Dom In Da
Bungalow - Da Book 2006"
> Dick's spoof biography
Did you know...
Dom's got more than 5000 multi-coloured fleas living in his underpants!