Noodles (musician) - Biography

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Kevin John "Noodles" Wasserman (the nickname Noodles coming from his constant noodling on the guitar) was born in Los Angeles, California. Before joining The Offspring, Noodles played in a local band called Clowns of Death (there's been a rumor that Dexter Holland and Greg Kriesel were involved in that band). He was allegedly in The Offspring because he was the only person old enough to provide alcohol for the rest of the members. At one of the band's earlier shows, he was stabbed in the shoulder by a skinhead. During the band's early days he worked as a janitor at Earl Warren Elementary School in Garden Grove. Before Smash was released, he had planned to quit before the end of the school year, but the surprising success of "Come Out and Play" forced him to reconsider. On their DVD release Huck It (2000) as part of a mock interview, Noodles claims to like the "finer things in life" like red wine, classical music, cigarettes, and poetry. He occasionally goes snowmobiling and snowboarding in the mountains. Noodles is also allegedly color blind. For the better part of the band's career, it was a popular belief that Noodles liked to pick on and annoy Greg K, The Offspring's bassist.

He and his wife Jackie have a daughter/step-daughter, Chelsea Nicole Wasserman, who was born on December 6, 1989.

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