Shabby Road Studios is back in action and heaven help those who try to stand in its way! Yes, you get blow by blow action of every second of our recording process. Nothing is left out. You are there whether you like it or not, through the sweat the strain and the pain. You’ll feel so close to the birthing of this song that you’ll beg for spinal drugs.
It is simply impossible to make Kevin smile when the band runs out of Efferdent.
Big D. tells Ellis about the time he was forced to eat a human hand when he ran short of Raisinets during a double bill at the El Capitan.
Every rehearsal, at precisely 8:00, Ellis puts his hand over his heart and faces Wavy Gravy’s house.
“Did that fall out of you or me?”
Carissa tries to imagine what all those tubes of stuff in Darrell’s medicine cabinet could possibly be used for.
“What is wrong with this new guy?” That’s the second time I’ve caught him looking at his music and not my ass.”
Kevin is slowly realizing that there’s more to life than entering Jack Cassidy look-a-like contests.
It took three bottles of Nyquil and a fist full of Zyrtec, but Carissa now feels Fan-fucking-tastic!
Big D. is sure he can hear tribal elders shoving live ducks into the muddy walls of an Apache sweat lodge.
“I can’t stand it anymore!! What is that wretched, disgusting, deafening gurglily-slurpy noise?”
“MMMMMMMMM Soup!!!”
“You know, even completely shitfaced drunk, these guys don’t look good to me.”
When called upon, Ellis can hit a D above high C in his pants.
Carissa shows why she no longer dates musicians.
Before joining Don’t Tell Betsy, Ellis played the bass drum in the Middle Earth Hobbit Marching Band.
Carissa loves it when Big D. laughs and all the records fall out of the shelves.
Ellis looks on wistfully and remembers his last birthday.
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