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by I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch in the House

The EP is a tribute to our good friend, the late Mark Allen Rodgers, aka Piss Pissedoffherson. Be sure to also check out his band The Devil's Own, also available on CD Baby.
Genre: Rock: Southern Rock
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Piss
3:47 FREE
2. Playing Dumb
4:16 FREE
3. The Ballad of Mark Allen Rodgers
3:23 FREE
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Album Notes
Recently the world lost a great friend and a fantastic songwriter, Mark Allen Rodgers (aka Piss Pissedoffherson). Mark inspired and pushed our band early on, and his support and encouragement were a big part of what drove us in the early days and through the years.

As a small tribute to him and what he meant to us, we got in our little studio and knocked out this 3 song EP.

The first song, "Piss" is a new one Mike D wrote for Mark after hearing of his passing; "Playing Dumb" is a favorite of ours that Mark wrote and recorded with his band The Devil's Own; and finally, "The Ballad of Mark Allen Rodgers" is a song inspired by Mark, written by our good friends Red Cloud West.

He let us crash in his crowded San Fran apartment when we were poor as could be, and it was there we met his roommate (along with a number of colorful characters) who would go on to design the cover for our Menace album. When we first started playing Vegas, he pumped us up to his brother there, who along with his friends helped ensure we had good crowds from the get go. Through him we met Red Cloud, which started an amazing relationship with those guys and started our love affair with Denver. He was the kind of guy who while on tour with us, broken down on the side of the road with a dead alternator, was content to throw rocks across a ravine with Jon for a couple of hours just to pass the time. He drug his band up to Portland in a barely running Winnebago to record an EP in Flap's dank and dingy basement; the same place we recorded Put Here to Bleed and Menace. He once drunkenly told the Drive-By Truckers that we'd wipe the floor with them when we played together at an upcoming show, which was horseshit but still awesome and hilarious, and really we were secretly kind of honored that he would do that. When we came back from our 4 year hiatus, some of our first shows back were with Mark, which just felt right.

Some of the best shows we ever played were with Mark and his band, and while his band members sometimes changed, Mark was always there pushing it forward, singing about something sad and dark but with that wry smile that made you think he was secretly stoked about it because it made for a great song.

Like many great songwriters, he never got the recognition he deserved. It's hard to say where we'd have been as a band, and as people, without him there in the early days and beyond. But those who knew him will never forget him. We sure won't.

Roll on brother, and rest in peace.

Recorded at 150 Watt Studios by Handsome Jon Burbank



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