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 meets Sanctuary Entertainment

With Shabby Road Studios convalescing from the savage onslaught of non-stop Don’t Tell Betsy sound barrages, Kev, Darrell and Carissa dropped over to Sanctuary Entertainment to lay down some vocals that would make the very angels in heaven weep.
Barry couldn’t have been happier to see us.



“Dear Facebook: Well, those assholes I told you about are here and complaining already. I swear, it takes every ounce of energy I have not to set them on fire.”



Darrell was very unhappy to find only 38 cents and a tube sock in the couch cushions.


“Can you imagine son, if all these records were donuts? I mean they’ve got holes in them and everything. And the gold records would be butterscotch donuts. Mmmmmm! What a scrummy world if would be!”



Jesus Christ! They’re stoned again. So, it’s only a matter of time before they try taking off their pants.



No. You’re wrong. I’m only taking off my shoe because my foot itches. Honest!




“If they sing Barnacle Bill the Sailor one more time, I will fucking flay those drunken fucks.”




Kevin and Eric wait ever-so-patiently for Carissa to bend over.




“Exactly where do a man’s ass cheeks go, when he turns 50?




“Uh-oh. Seepage.”




“I should really go soak these in Lysol."



Darrell goes off to the bathroom and Carissa realizes she’ll only have to put up with one of them for the next two hours.




“Carissa, look into my strange and hypnotic eyes, Carissa. I possess all the powers of Mandrake. You are helpless....I'm over here”




“I do not know my own mind, Oh, Great One. I am only alive to do your every bidding.”




“What the hell kind of a song is this? Half of these musical notes are penguins fucking.”




“You see son, if you hold it with your hand like this, you don’t even need that screw I accidentally swallowed.




“If stupid was glue, those two schmucks could wallpaper New Zealand.”



Kevin looks as happy as a man can be when he’s peeing into his own Nikes.



“Any moron can see this is a peacock feather. I can’t believe Darrell thought it was an one-eyed alien hooker.”




“Ewww. That’s the second squishiest thing I ever sat in.”




“Every time I see you with that beard, I get a craving for Kentucky Fried Chicken.”




"Seriously, have you noticed that these guys are about a thousand years older than you?"




“She’s now deep inside the bowels of my recording booth…and it’s time that I put my secret and oh-so-evil plan into action. Bwa-ha!"




As soon as Carissa closed the door, Barry pulled a secret and oh-so-evil lever that started to transport her to a “Woman Auction” in the Andromeda Galaxy. Kevin was able to wrestle our engineer to the ground and Darrell hit the stop button. Luckily, she only lost a toe on her left foot and a small piece of her ass, which she said she didn’t mind.




“Hey, so sue me. They pay a lot of money for broads in Andromeda.”




“Wow! I think that bastard Barry is wearing my legs. How am I gonna get home?”



After 15 Crantinis, Carissa is a member of the best guys of a band in the world and stuff.


Because Barry is a really good guy, we must categorically state that none of the captioning to his pictures is in any way correct and does not in any way represent the very business-like way that Mr. Fasman comports himself.
And I would like also like to state, without fear of contradiction, that Mr. Fasman has never sold anyone to Andromeda. Thank you and goodnight.

If you are in need of a quality recording studio in the Los Angeles area, Barry's website is
www.myspace.com/bfasman
Mr. Fasman was also the Producer of the Year in Great Britain (1982)
He can be contacted at:
bfasman@shelterfromthestormrecords.com.