Huge image follows so its under the cut. Check it out though. It had me laughing my ass off.

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I do not do a lot of posting here on Morepop but I was lucky enough to be asked if I would like to review Grandpa Elliot’s first full CD Sugar Sweet. After I made the mistake of not jumping on the chance to pick up the original Playing for Change CD for review (I ended up purchasing it a bit after it came out) I knew I had to review Sugar Sweet.

Grandpa Elliot has been a New Orleans street musician since the 60s and finally has his own CD. Before I through the CD in I was expecting a straight blues album driven by Grandpa’s Harmonica and while I love that style I quickly discovered that Sugar Sweet was going to be more than that. The album combines many of the styles that are played in New Orleans. Ain’t Nothing You Can Do have a Rumba feeling to it. This Little Light of Mine has gospel overtones and several of the songs have a strong R&B feeling to them. I don’t want to take away from Grandpa’s Harmonica playing which is quite impressive. The live version of Fannie Mae which features Keb’ Mo highlights just how strong of a harmonica player Grandpa Elliot is.

Playing For Change has really caught my interest and I can’t wait to see what they release next. Their initial CD is really strong with many different styles of music and I hope they continue to release a CD from each of the artists. If they do release more CDs and if they are as strong as Sugar Sweet I will be sure to be picking each and everyone one of them up.

Track Listing for Sugar Sweet:

1. Ain’t Nothing You Can Do
2. This Little Light of Mine (Medley)
3. Sugar Is Sweet
4. Baby, What You Want Me to Do
5. We’re Gonna Make It
6. Share Your Love With Me
7. Another Saturday Night
8. Fannie Mae (Live) – featuring the Playing For Change Band with Keb’ Mo
9. Please Come Home for Christmas

If you would like a chance to win a copy of Sugar Sweet please send and email to john@rowthree.com with the subject Sugar Sweet by May 14th and I will pick a random entry. You may only enter once and the contest is open to everyone with the exception of the Row Three Contributors.

I don’t really have anything to say about this other than his voice is amazing.

I used to enjoy Mr. Bean but I never felt it really showed how smart and funny Rowan Atkinson actually is. Since it is Friday and my mind isn’t on work I present to you some Rowan Atkinson.

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Hey Everyone,

I just wanted to let you know that we were experiencing some serious technical difficulties and were shut down by our server. I have no hard feelings over this as they were in the right to do so. One of our plugins or perhaps the rotating images and podcast player have been working a bit too hard on our behalf and they were killing the server. After a day of scrambling and a few phone calls to the people in power we are back up and running. I have gone in and disabled a fair amount of plugins and will slowly be adding pages and tools back into the site over the next week. I want to try to figure out what exactly has been causing the site to be so slow so I can take it out back and put a bullet into it.

Hopefully the site will remain up while I do this. I also hope that you will bear with us while we work through this problem.

Thanks
John.

The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn’t adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta’ dropped dead. Kinda’ like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys.

I didn’t know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn’t work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn’t want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn’t all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn’t improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn’t allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn’t take that one either. I didn’t bother asking about the frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn’t know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.

I like monkeys