Shabby Road Studios Presents!! Don’t Tell Betsy – On My Mind

We finally have a new song ready to release to you, our dearest public! We may never know its like again. This, is rock and roll at its finest. It takes no prisoners. It makes no excuses. It sweats and bleeds like a Cathy Lee Gifford sweat-shop worker.
Ears have been specifically designed to receive the kind of aural information that we have produced to perfection in this recording. We spent decades researching this before we wrote and recorded a note of this song.  We took advantage of every new technology.  Thus, this song can be heard at many different levels, depending on what volume you set your computer speaker to. It’s multi-purpose, multi-platform and multi-orgasmic with a crossover format potentiality that dwarfs all known and yet to be unforeseen media platform, crossover purposes.
So without further ado, or pre-now momentary highlighting, here is the band, the song, the movement, the legend. (It’s also quite catchy!)
And after watching this classic video, please pass it on to friends and family so that we can become as big as Rebecca Black.



If you'd like to purchase this wonderful song, please click on the cute little icon below. Buy it friends, neighbours and the pets of your neighbours. Goldfish can be surprisingly musical, once you get to know them.



We’d also like to take this opportunity to welcome our newest member, keyboardist, Johan Sendjaja.

Also: Many thanks to Daniel K. for his invaluable instrumental and mixing contributions to the song. If you need stuff mixed, go to this guy. He can do it over the internet!


We’d also like to thank Aaron T. for his magical fingers on the piano and other keys ont his song. Aaron also does amazing keyboard arrangements and recordings over the internet. Hire him yourselves!


And monster thanks to Barry Fasman of Sanctuary Entertainment for his immeasurable help with recording the vocals and harmony arrangements. You have to be in L.A. to use his fantastic know-how but he will send you very rude emails, free of charge, over the internet.


PLUS!!!

Here is the latest Death of the Author Brigade video.

Simple Song


And here’s the latest song by Death of the Author Brigade:

'Boy Next Door' is a bouncy little tune about a girl taking "Being Neighborly" to the next level. Who lives across the lawn from you?



And here is Don’t Tell Betsy’s latest video. Enjoy the spectacle.


Plus!!! Here is the seventh spectacular Don’t Tell Betsy promo for our upcoming video: Collect them!

Plus!! Don't Tell Betsy's brand new single, "The Way I Do". Give it a listen.





If you'd like to own this song, it be available below.














And on I-tunes

Download "The Way I Do" from iTunes:

The Way I Do

Don't Tell Betsy

Shabby Road Studios returns to Sanctuary Entertainment

Well folks, Don’t Tell Betsy was back at Sanctuary Entertainment and we weren’t taking any prisoners. We are deep, deep, deep into the recording of two new songs. (She Already Knows and On My Mind) Thousands of man hours have been spent to ensure that you, the listening public, get the finest musical product modern technology and 73 dollars will buy. Now you are about to gaze upon the glory that is musical Rome.



Just before we start the recording session, Barry takes one last look at his bank account online to see if he really has to put up with these assholes for the next 4 hours.



While on a small break, Carissa is suddenly transported back to her nightly fantasies about the Tin Man’s hat funnel.



Kevin stands resplendent and calm. The wisdom of the Gods lay beneath his sublimely quaffed pate. There are no words to describe, nor song to adequately herald his ultimate supremeness.



Ellis waits for just the right moment, to jump up like an avenging angel and sucker-punch Barry in the back of the head.



Big D. tries to figure out how much the band would save on the session if he stole all the toilet paper from Barry’s studio bathroom.



“Where the fuck did they find a goat in Encino?”


Darrell suddenly realizes that the goat video wasn’t going to work and it was now eating Barry’s Pekinese.




This is the only way Carissa can record her vocals and keep members of the band from licking her.



“Hey Barry, I think your gold clock is busted, man?”




“For some reason, my boobs smell like Aspercreme.”



Darrell and Ellis wait for the perfect moment to tell Barry that they don’t have any money.



“Boy, if I were David Carradine, I could just chop his fucking head off with my hand and fill up this empty coke bottle with his spurting blood!”



Ellis dreams of a day when he’s so famous that he can always dress like Corporal Lebeau from Hogan’s Heroes.



The morning sun only rises so that it may catch a glimpse of his comely countenance. The moon and the mighty ocean work in tandem so that the tide may humbly lap at his blessed feet. Though empires may rise and fall and towering fortresses crumble to dust, the name of Kevin shall forever remain in the hearts of man.



Carissa after three drinks.


Carissa after three and a half drinks.


And here is Don’t Tell Betsy’s latest video. Enjoy the spectacle.


Plus!!! Here is the seventh spectacular Don’t Tell Betsy promo for our upcoming video: Collect them!

Plus!! Don't Tell Betsy's brand new single, "The Way I Do". Give it a listen.





If you'd like to own this song, it be available below.














And on I-tunes

Download "The Way I Do" from iTunes:

The Way I Do

Don't Tell Betsy

Promo #6



Promo #5

Shabby Road Studios - The "She Already Knows" sessions #4

Grab the wife and someone else’s kids. (you wouldn’t want your own exposed to this kind of crap.) Shabby Road Studios is back with a vengeance. We’ve got new pics and our first video promo. We even had the lovely Lauren (Kevin's daughter) join us to photograph and film this epic in the making.
We’ve dedicated literally years, taking exhaustive media studies courses and personal hygiene improvement classes, in intense preparation for this exalted day. Enjoy.



Heineken is the one beer Ellis has when he's only having one. Therefore, Ellis has never had a Heineken.



This is what it would look like if Shabby Road Studios was sinking.



This is what every dad fears his daughter is doing every time he turns his head.



Why is everyone laughing and why are my pants suddenly soggy?




"If that asshole doesn't tune that guitar soon, I'm going to take it off him and El Kabong his fucking skull in.



"Nobody asked me if I wanted to sit on the stairs. What is this, Jews have to stand night?"



"Shit, I've got to puke but there's something seriously fucked about this toilet."



"Don't worry, that pill we gave her is safe, unless of course her head starts to melt."

OUR FIRST PROMO VIDEO!!
We spent thousands on this. We sure hope you like it.



And this is the very song, that this video is talking about. Though the video the video is talking about isn't done yet. That's why we only have a promo.



If you'd like to own this song, it be available below.














And on I-tunes

Download "The Way I Do" from iTunes:

The Way I Do

Don't Tell Betsy

Shabby Road Studios - The "She Already Knows" Sessions #4

Tonight Shabby Roads Studios will be buzzing with the deafening sound of rock and roll magic. Yes, Don’t Tell Betsy is back at it and going deaf had never felt so good. Here are some riveting pics from our last session. Avert your cowardly eyes if you can’t take raw creativity at its most primal as it bubbles and explodes from the volcano of really good. Be prepared! This song is headed straight for you at the speed of massive rock.



Carissa tells the band, that when she first came to California, she made a living performing prostate exams on the L.A. Lakers.



Big D. always gets a little peckish when he smells the blood of an Englishman.



It took many months of intensive and expensive peripheral vision re-training but both Darrell and Ellis can now appear to be looking directly forwards but they’re really staring at Carissa’s ass.



“Fuck, I can’t remember where I left my teeth?”



“Owww! Something in my purse just bit me.”



Things are going well till Darrell espies something he’s never been able to sing…Musical notes.



Nothing cracks Big D. up more than being shitfaced drunk at 8:30 in the morning.



Kevin is in trouble. He’s overdosed on his Viagra and his fist is trying to mate with his face.



“Ellis, you’re tripping again. There aren’t any brain eating leprechauns living inside your headphones. Just put them on.”



The boys put together a sophisticated pastry tribute to their lead singer.



Carissa continues to collect vital and conclusive evidence in her massive sexual harassment suit.



Kevin celebrates doing a number five. That’s two 2’s and a 1.



After five killer spliffs, the boys take rip off their clothes and perform “The Lifecycle of the Earth Worm” to a recording of “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”.


Plus!! Don't Tell Betsy's brand new single, "The Way I Do". Give it a listen.



If you'd like to own this song, it be available below.














And on I-tunes

Download "The Way I Do" from iTunes:

The Way I Do

Don't Tell Betsy

Shabby Road Studio’s – To Premiere “The Way I Do!”

They said it couldn’t be done…and so far we haven’t done it. But soooooooon! Yes, we will be premiering our new song, The Way I Do, right here on the Don’t Tell Betsy blogsite in less than 24 hours. (give or take) Get your hankies out ladies and germs, cause it’s a sad one. But, as consolation, we are offering one last round of laughs before we break your hearts. So here are some brand new pics of our recording sessions, expertly captioned by a sweatshop full of professional comedy writers.


Ellis and Big D. both spot a month old M & M in the carpet. This can only end in blood.


“It wasn’t an M & M. It was an old Teddy Bear’s eyeball.”


Kevin shows the band how he would walk down the runway, if he were on America’s Next Top Model.


Every time Carissa sneezes, all the dogs in the neighborhood stop mating.


Once, on a bender, Big D. attacked an entire busload of Japanese tourists that he mistook for Lilliputians.


“Idea: New names for band. How about Gramps with Amps or Grandpas with Guitars?”


When Kevin runs short of pot money, he routinely sells up to 6 pints of his blood.


“Maybe if I sit here and look as gay as possible, she won’t notice I’m staring down her top.”


“Ewwww gross! I knew those fuckers were staring down my top again. I just found a contact lens in my bra."


“Craig’s List. Singer available. Looking for bandmates who don’t just like, totally creep me out the whole fucking time I’m with them.”


“Rats! I guess I’m going to have to wear these glasses till I find my other contact lens.”


Absolutely nobody interrupts Ellis when he’s daydreaming about the tender white underbellies of penguins.


“Nope, I don’t see anything here about taking Viagra making your fingers go all stiff.