Rob Machado
Cancer to Capricorn
Come hang with Rob at the CI shop before the Santa Barbara premiere of his new movie “The Drifter”
Free tickets are available at the shop along with giveaways, snacks, and refreshments!
Signing from 3-4:30PM Sunday, November 15th
Channel Islands Surfboards Santa Barbara
36 Anacapa Street SB, CA 93101
805-966-7213
info@cisurfboards.com
An interview with Rob Machado
Rob’s latest film the Drifter may well be his final contribution of significance to surfing as a paid professional. It’s been some twenty years since we first met that emaciated teenager with hair like broccoli. In that time Rob has witnessed some seismic shifts in the game of pro surfing, some of which he’s been directly responsible for. Here Rob discusses his film, answers to our criticisms, candidly divulges an epiphany he experienced in his tent in the depths of the Indonesian archipelago and details for us his observations of professional surfing.
Now approaching middle age, are you surprised to be still getting paid to surf?
When I first turned pro, guy’s careers pretty much ended by the time they were 30. They accepted it, stepped down and got a job in the industry. Tom Curren was the first guy to take it beyond that. You look at Kelly who’s 37 and he was in the hunt for a world title and is the reigning champ. I think it’s a matter of how dedicated people are to the sport. If I can still surf good and compete or be relevant to the sport why shouldn’t I?
Read the rest of The Drifter Interview with Rob Machado on Stab Magazine.

Encounters with Rob Machado and MGMT
By Travis Ferré
This is weird. It’s 2:00 p.m. on Friday afternoon in New York City. Gotham. The greatest congregation of humanity in all the world. It’s nice outside. 72 degrees. I love it here.
I’m the editor of a big fancy surf magazine. I’ve been scheduled for a field trip of the city with The Drifter himself, Rob Machado. We’re going to stroll through the new High Line Park. A skyscraper lookout. An interview. Perhaps a piece of pizza with the lead singer of MGMT. PR, baby.
“Who are all these people?” Rob’s handlers ask me. They’re constantly shuffling Rob around and looking nervously at their watches. A member of his entourage bluntly informs my friends that they aren’t invited any further than this. Sorry guys. Keep drifting. Now it’s just me and photog Tom Carey. After a few nervous minutes, Tom and I get chance to say hello to Rob as we power walk to the pizza shop.
Read more about Rob and MGMT on SurfingMagazine.com













