After yesterday's posting of the EGB's video rendition of "You Are My Sunshine" there was an outpouring of messages. I was contacted by many people all over the world telling me the tales of their lives changed by EGB (by the way if you didn't see it you must go directly to the blog to watch videos. It's a whacked feature of the email subscription thing):
"I was having the worst day. My house burnt down. My wife left me. My dog pooped in my flip-flops. My wheels fell off my car. But then I watched the "You Are My Sunshine" video of EGB at work and immediately my boss walked in and gave me a promotion to CEO. Then they loaded 5 kegs of beer into my new office, brought back James Brown and his band from the dead, and threw a raging party with a pizza buffet until the wee hours of the morning. When I came to--there were 8 Victoria Secret models fighting over who was going to be my next girlfriend. Thanks EGB. You changed my life." Said one lucky dude from Philadelphia.
"EGB wewe ni bora. Mimi alicheza hii jana kwa kabila wangu wote ambao walikuwa juu ya ukingo wa kufa na njaa na kifo. Wakati wa tukio hilo. A Kundi lote la nyati maji kutembea katika kijiji chetu na kuuawa wenyewe. Basi wafanyakazi wote wa umeme ngumu wired ya kijiji pamoja na umeme katika dakika ya 15. Nje ya pa Bobby Flay anatembea na hufanya mfupa bomu sucking mbavu buffalo kwa sisi wote. Shukrani EGB hatuwezi wamefanya hivyo bila wewe" Said one Swahili email from some remote African village. I asked EGB to translate and this is what she came up with:
"EGB you are the best. I played this yesterday for my whole tribe who were on the brink of starving to death. When it was done. A whole herd of water buffalo walked into our village and killed themselves. Then a whole crew of electricians hard wired the village with electricity in 15 minutes. Out of nowhere Bobby Flay walks in and makes the bomb bone sucking buffalo ribs for us all. Thanks EGB we couldn't have done it without you."
"I thought I had something when I signed Janis Joplin, Whitney Houston, and Pink Floyd, but damn they're ghetto alley cats compared to you EGB. Please call me when you get to Hollywood so I can blow you up." Said Clive Davis.
And that was only the tip of the iceberg. But you catch my drift here. However, some said that they want to see more edge. More of a hardcore EGB. Oh, really? You don't know hardcore until you see this rendition of "Twinkle Little Star". The dog ran away after EGB poured gasoline on the TV and started biting the heads off her stuffed animals. She rocked the guitar so hard the strings filed a lawsuit. It's getting outta control around here. The neighbors windows are shattering. Anyone want to babysit this weekend?
(go to the blog to see the video)
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