Piss Pissedoffherson

Bio:

Waiter, there's a trammel in my fecundity... And it's the damnedest thing, I tell ya. So, this is where I'm to impress you with my musical acrobatics and Industry prowess, much to your chagrin and utter indifference. Well, I hate to disappoint you but I do not possess those particular traits. How this lack of interest or heated negligence has faired with me is anybody's guess. None-the-less, I've been putting three chords together for some time now and have managed to amass a fairly decent collection of released works over the past decade and a half. Alongside that, I've been awarded the opportunity to perform said works all across this restricted map called The United States of America... Proper venues, laundromats, warehouses, living rooms, libraries, record stores, dry cleaners, etc. I've been a main or contributing songwriter for such high profile rock acts as Driftwood, Shroomunion, Perilisium Cantos, Ribbon Fix, Ha! The Disco Ah!/The Damnwrights and I currently front the Punked Up Honky-Tonk'n'Roll outfit, The Devil's Own. The song, She Was Only In It for the Rain was covered and released by Rocky Votolato on his 2006 Barsuk debut, Makers. Some day I may actually record a solo album. The name is Piss Pissedoffherson. Pleased to fuckin' meet ya!

Member Since:

May 07, 2004

Members:

Piss Pissedoffherson - Vulgarity and Motor Skills

Influences:

Algy Ward/TANK, Blake Schwartzenbach/Jawbreaker, Dave Marr/Star Room Boys, Michael Dean Damron/I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch in the House, Drive-By Truckers, George Jones, Jack Daniels, Jay Farrar/Son Volt, The Blacks, Robbie Fulks, Alejandro Escovedo, weed, cigarettes, dimly lit bars, Wyoming, Elvis Presley, Ace Frehley, Supersuckers, Neko Case, Tammy Wynette, Loretta Lynn, Carolyn Mark, Scud Mountain Boys, Big Tobacco, Born Against!, Heroin, Two Buck Chuck, Jim Beam, Richard Buckner, Scott Reynolds, Rocky Votolato, Probot, AC/DC, Lynyrd Skynyrd and _____________________________ (insert whatever band, songwriter or vice you deem fit here).

Sounds Like:

That new car smell, an airplane crash test, bullshit in a china shoppe, one hand clapping, bad breath on glass, autoeroticasphyxiationexpialidocious.

Record Label:

None!