OFF! "An AK-47 would probably work well, or a couple of those light-weight Russian-made bazookas"
Interview: Erin Dyer | Photo: Lindsey Byrnes
The collective history of this band equals the power packed in Einstein’s E=mc theory. A force of mass energy OFF! most definitely is, largely because it’s the talented output of Dimitri Coats, Keith Morris, Steven McDonald, and Mario Rubalcaba, which means Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Rocket from the Crypt, Redd Kross, Beck, Earthless…I could go on all day. OFF! may be a new side project, but its staying power is much more than left of center.
Name: Mario Rubalcaba Years drumming: From the womb to the tomb. Seriously, my whole damn life Years skating: Twenty-five! Geezer status Most time spent not skating/drumming: No skating when on tour. No drums? When I was a BMXer Best dreads: Fred Smith, the loud one, or Craig Johnson Rad: Spider Fever, OFF!, and Earthless Sad: Spider Fever, OFF!, and Earthless Bad Shit: Records Dream spot: Hawaii or Church’s chicken. You pick
Name: Dimitri Coats Nickname: Daddy Years playing: Eighteen Best days: To be continued How to handle rock stars: Cradle the balls If I weren’t a musician, I’d: Have a plan What’s hot: Hell Dream group: OFF! Genie, grant me: Invisibility at will Words of wisdom: You ordered it
Name: Keith Brian Morris Nickname: Morty, Johnny, Johnny Bob Goldstein, Fuckface, Asshole Years playing: Thirty-three years. Some guy said I sounded like I was 20 years old with OFF! Last haircut: Every 10 or 11 years Inspiration: Ray Davies (Kinks); James Osterberg aka Iggy Pop (Stooges); Jan Paul Beahm, aka Darby Crash (GERMS); Chuck Berry; John Jancar (art department at Mira Costa High School); Michael Piper (the Record Hole record store); Jerry Morris Favorite artist: Raymond Pettibon, ’cause his stuff cracks me up! Isn’t that what art’s supposed to do, get a reaction outta you? Best venue: The Masque in Hollywood, under the Pussycat Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard Worst performance: I’ve walked out on several. The worst probably being either the New York Dolls at the Santa Monica Civic in 1974 or Vampire Weekend at the Fold in Silverlake in 2006. Or was it ’07? I was working for a record company and one of the guys on the East Coast wanted me to see them. It was like a bad imitation of a really bad Paul Simon record that my mom wouldn’t even listen to How to handle fans: An AK-47 would probably work well, or a couple of those light-weight Russian-made bazookas that are blowing stuff up all over the place in action flicks Unusual personal fact: I wanted to teach art but had my scholarship taken away. When I graduated high school I weighed 76 pounds. My dad’s bookie friend wanted me to be a jockey
Name: Steven McDonald Years playing: From 1977 to current Who rips: Dennis Dunaway Plane or tour bus: Station wagon Vice: The Patch Perks: Irregular hours Downtime: Alfie, my one-year-old iTunes: Right now, Beach Boys’ Sunflower/Surf’s Up collection Genie, grant me: More of the same Words of wisdom: Breathe. (Actually, a word of wisdom)
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In This Issue Miles Silvas kickflip back tails his way onto the October cover and continues his campaign of carnage with a 14-page interview inside. Asphalt Yacht Club goes full-on conspiracy theory in Denver; Supra crushes the cobblestone in the UK and Cory Kennedy and company hit the dirt on a Hellride through the Pacific Northwest. Turn on, tune out, drop in. Add this one to your collection.