Monday, April 7, 2014

blend in and survive

Let's go over there, I feel more comfortabel talking to you whithout all the world watching. You never know.

Safety first, this is what I'd say if I was to give you an advice. Nothing personal, sir, but these antlers ... It looks to me like you're really exposing yourself too much.
My opinion of course. No offense intended.

No, no, I'm perfectly fine with the interview, don't have anything to hide, do I? It's important for the little guy on the street to get himself heard, right? In a way it's the duty of the average person like me to tell our little things to blogwriting people like you, even if they wear fancy antlers. Oh, don't be upset, please, I didn't mean to ... you're not? Really?
Basically, there's nothing to be afraid if, after all we do have freedom of talk, don't we? It's just - well, this will be published, right? So if you'd be so kind to not mention my name? Is that acceptable for you?
You may get a false impression here: I am not easily frightened. Not at all. If necessary I can be very courageous, ask anybody. But am not blind, I read the news. There are people out there, who are (how do i put this, I don't want to upset anybody) - well people you don't want to get into a conflict with, you know what i mean? Best not to get noticed at all. Like, not seeking the danger, it looks like the best way to live to me. To stay out of trouble and safe my braveness for the really important causes. Don't tell anybody, but I really am a hero deep inside. I feel this heroic flame in my heart, in a way. Sounds a bit overblown, but that is how I feel. Well, that's something I better keep to myself.

I've heard a song about how it's not easy being green becaust you blend in with many things, I don't see what's wrong with that? I personally am not green, but see what I wear. Pretty clever, huh?
Some shelter, some camouflage, nothing fancy or flashy. This way I can blend in and survive and be brave in private and undisturbed. Like I said, safety first.

And think about those antlers.

hermit crab
deep inside, I am a hero

Friday, March 28, 2014

I look just like him

I know, I've heard it before. I don't watch a lot of TV, but it seems like I look a lot like the guy. He must be quite famous, isn't he?
I thought so.

But I am not that talented, I don't think I am suited for the 'show business', as it's called. I'm more the stay-at-home type. Boring, if that's what you want  to call it. I just don't like all this excitement and attention, I think it's better to stay in my place.

But it's tempting. To think I could - just theoretically, you know what I mean? - I could take advantage of it? All it would take would be a slight change of clothing and I'd probably look exactly like the guy. Well, up to now I could resist doing that. I just figure that someone who's become that famous a celebrity must be good looking and sympathetic and – how do they call it? – cool in a general way. So maybe I am a little bit like this. Feels good to think so. A great lot of my family are into the sanitizing business, no actors or singers I've heard of; personally I feel that I am more inclined towards the field of "wellness" and such, something clean and healthy, working with people, you know?

Can't hurt to come across as a cool and handsome type then, what do you think? Who knows, maybe it will help me in the end.

I wouldn't want to trade places with that actor guy though, I'm just too shy for that kind of life. Still it's a bit flattering to hear I look so much like him.

What's his name again?
George Clooney?

sponge
handsome and generally cool

Thursday, January 30, 2014

millions can't be wrong

Sorry, I was kind of buzzy lately, can we do the interview now? OK.

You know what strikes me as odd? It's all the talking about money. So many people take it much too serious, I think. Like it's all that matters. "Money makes the world go 'round" - don't they say this? It's some primate saying, I believe.

Oops - I know you don't write about them here; but is it okay for me to mention 'em? You know what I mean - the "H" word. Honestly, they are all over the place. We all know that and try our best to either get along or ignore it. But I'm aware you're focussing on normal people here. You can just edit this out if you need to.

Anyway - obviously money isn't as big a thing as these people think. So many are obsessed with it, I've seen 'em kill each other, can you believe it? For a bundle of crumpled paper!

Now we know what matters in life. It's just like they say: we're millions and so many of us just can't be wrong. Rich or poor - from my point of view it does make some difference (richer isn't always better I must say), it must be something about the diet. But it's not vital, believe me - I've been to the gutter and I've been to Broadway, I have pretty much seen it all. Money is just not the point.

You know, we are everywhere, we are many, looking down to this world through billions of small eyes. Most folks don't even notice we're there, but we are - and we see all this mess. It makes you laugh, can't help it! We are the ones you should ask what really counts.

I give you a hint: it's not true that it doesn't reek. Haha. Gotta live, that's it, you see? Money or no money, you need food and a warm place, something to buzz for and your crowd and you're fine. You don't get that from printed pieces of paper, you need something real, don't you? Warm and soft and with a flavour. You know what I'm talking about: It's life!

So that's my two cents (no pun intended here). Gotta whirr off. See you!


I've been to Broadway.

Friday, January 24, 2014

peace and harmony

I am a patient person. I do all sorts of things that keep me in tune with the world. Harmony is the key. Balancing the weights of life. Playing along with the world's great song. In my eyes, this is all that counts.

I've been this mild-mannered, friendly person all my life, and I didn't miss a chance to perfect it: I meditate on a daily basis. I do yoga. I drink lots of tea and you'd be amazed about what I can do with breath control. A positive diet is important, too. I do all these things because I really believe it matters. It makes the world a better place, and look at the world now: it really needs any help it can get!

Most of the problems of our time wouldn't exist if people were more sensitive to eachother's needs, more in-tune with the world. They need to get aware of the universe as a whole. And once we're all in tune with it, harmony will reign the planet. It makes me sad to see how most people seem to think life is all about fighting, and they use so much of their valuable energy to harm their neighbor instead of helping each other and contributing to a better world.

And then there are the ones who talk about peace and harmony and they're achieving plain nothing. Because they are doing it all wrong! They don't see the whole picture, do a good thing here and ruin it all by not following my rules with the next thing …
Did I say my rules? Sorry, they are not mine of course, I mean universal rules. Karma. Wisdom. That kind of thing. If they're not doing it right, they mess it all up. Drives me crazy!

I do have a lot of patience, and seeing things as clearly as I do, I need every bit of it. All this talk about individuality and finding your own way, nice and good. As long as it's done properly, I have no objections. Just, most of you seem to think it means you can do what you want, try all imaginable things out, and make an awful mess doing so. You really make me mad, and my wrath could be horrible with all the knowledge I have gathered over the years! You'd tremble in fear facing my powers. I'd destroy all of you, fight you worthless enemies of peace and wisdom and drink your foul smelling sinner's blood!
But I am strong, I can control it. For the time being …

It's so simple: It is all about harmony. This means, no playing out of tune. It's about time everybody follows my example. If you're not sure - just ask me, I know the answers.

I am a patient person. One of these days, I'm going to freak out.


an angry mouse
harmony is the key

Monday, December 2, 2013

the golden voice

You know what they say, we all are singers. It's true: I grew up with it, so I guess I was lucky, having that kind of musical background where it's just natural to be a musician. Singing was always part of our life.

On the other hand, it's a lot harder to get noticed when everybody else is doing it, too: where I come from, being a singer – a good singer – is nothing special. People have told my I was talented, and it would be a nice and modest thing to say here I was just another hard-working musician.

But I don't want to lie: It's true. I am a genius. I'm so talented … it's never been much work for me. I just have this incredible voice, I can't stop listening to my songs myself. I have this huge collection of records – but you'd have a hard time finding anything in it that's not one of my own countless recordings. They're just outstanding! So, It was just a matter of time until someone discovered me.  It might have taken a bit longer due to the fact that we all sing more or less (did I say that already?), but well, it's obvious, that I am doing it on a whole different level. It's another world, a higher dimension. I don't mind all the others warbling along, let them have some fun, but if you want real art, you don't get past my work.
And, I hate to state the obvious: I have the looks.

This is very important when you perform:  The looks. Cool, sexy and a bit dangerous. Intense presence on stage. Beautiful skin tone and a body like a statue. Charisma. Like me. This is something that comes naturally, it is just impossible to learn it. Either you have it or you don't.
Obviously, I do.

Due to all these facts, I always knew I was bound to end up at the very top. It's just my destiny to be famous - and my duty, too. Don't I have to see to it that as many people out there as possible get the chance to experience my extraordinary gift? Wouldn't it be unfair to not let the public share the bliss of being enchanted by my golden voice? Everybody knows that fame soon came to me – it had to, after all – and I was ready to take my chance.

The rest is history. So yes, I think I deserve to be what I am today.

And yes, I feel offended by you asking my name. What do you mean, you never heard of me?





Enrico with the golden voice

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

on the side

In the autumn, i'm usually very busy (being a deer, that is). Not so much time for posting in this blog. But in my few spare moments, I like to play with the chestnuts.
Life is not all work and belling, is it? Got to be a bit silly from time to time.
I find this is a nice way to let the mind travel.

I thought, I'll just share this here between the usual stories.
Have fun watching!


Friday, September 13, 2013

totem

The plesiosaur's story kept on bugging me. Do you remember the plesiosaurus?
First I just thought he was just a quirky guy. But what if he had a point? I did, like most people, I suppose, lead a life based on decisions I had never really thought about. Did I become someone who wasn't I? Who am I anyway? What am I all about? The true self?
These were the questions that started to work my mind.

I knew, sooner or later I needed to go on a quest for myself.
So I tried different things. I ate substances I don't want to talk about here. I attached my head to weird technical devices nobody could explain sufficiently. I froze and sweated, attended several courses about several ways to find several sorts of truths and spent a fortune on it; I even found a horse that didn't bear a name and we travelled through some really, really barren landscape for a few days. (I didn't sit on it of course. Honestly, how would that look?)

Then I met that shaman.
The shaman told me about the totems.
He said, we all have our totem. An animal or being that represents where we originally stem from.
Not like grandpa, more like the primary root of our soul. Meeting my totem would reveal what I am all about.
Now that sounded more like what I was looking for.  The shaman agreed to help me find it.

Again I froze and sweated and went through more uncomfortable things. I began getting used to this, still I don't know why it helps. But that's the way to do it, said the old man.
I followed his advice, since I really wanted an answer to my question.
In the end I was back to the desert (without the horse this time). This time I was prepared for all I knew, there was nothing left to do but wait for my totem to appear. The shaman affirmed that it would come for sure, but I might need some patience.

First I was excited. Then I became calmer. Bored. Tired. And very thirsty. I sweated. I was cold. Days went by.

In the end I gave up.

That was the moment my totem appeared.
I was very surprised, I must say.
I got my answer now. I'm just not sure what to make of it.



The answer to my questions.