I think salt gives me crazy dreams. Not to be confused with delusions. Life gives me those.
I was at a summer camp and our parents were coming to visit so we had to make the place look halfway decent. Unfortunately for us when we found out they were coming, we only had 20 minutes to prepare. It was like every summer camp movie ever made with a little bit of “Animal House” and “3 Ninjas”.
I think I’ll just do a line of salt every night for some inspiration!
Last night I had a dream that I opened for Will Ferrell and some other performer in some club, about the same size as Lestat’s West but somehow felt more cramped. I remember going out onto the stage and feeling really uncomfortable about the performance. I think my shoes were too tight and the air was overly humid or something. When I went to adjust the mic stand, it kept falling down as if the telescoping hold was broken. I tried to fix it and after several attempts started to worry that I wouldn’t have enough time for my set. Curiously, I was keeping track of the time by length of my songs. So after two songs, I started to get panicked. Somehow, six songs had passed and I still hadn’t fixed the mic stand. So in a fit of rage and disappointment, I walked off stage. As I looked into the crowd, I noticed that there was no one there and I thought to myself, “Wow. What happened to Will’s career?”
I’m not really sure why I had this dream. It may have been because I played at Lestat’s a that night or that I was watching Chris Rock’s “Kill the Messenger” as I was falling asleep or that I’m afraid of failing. Probably a combination of all of those things. Ironically, I don’t really even care of Will Ferrell’s (recent) movies. Sure does beat the “eternally falling” dreams and the ones where I lose all my hair…
No point to this story really. Just thought I’d share.
Dear friends,
I am writing to you to expound upon a very serious and dire issue which has recently come to my attention.
You’ve known them as friends that have been with you since birth (some have known them longer…much longer). You have cried on them. You have held them. You have cuddled with them. And still they remain an enslaved people. They are your stuffed animals.
Today, when I was enroute to Knotts Soak City in Chula Vista, I came across a sad sight: an abandoned stuffed animal in the middle of the freeway. Now, I do not claim to know the circumstances of the situation. I don’t know if the animal was being used as a present for a sick child in Cabo or a drug mule for some unspeakable cartel.
What I do know is that our stuffed animals do not deserve this kind of inhumane treatment. Thus, I’ve decided to found the People for Ethical Treatment of Stuffed Animals.
Stuffed animals are not unlike humans. Do they not feel? If you cut them, do they not expose their fluffy, white innards? If you pull at their button eyes, do they not come out?
My friends, I ask you to join me in repaying the debt that we owe these cuddly creatures. Join us at PETSA by sending us pictures of your beloved stuffed animals (stuffedanimals@kennyeng.com). I will post them on my site and hope to move forward with legislation to Congress.
With much hope for the future,
Kenny Eng
PETSA Founder
I’m in the process of getting stickers made. I don’t really have an icon to use as an image per se. But I’ve been using this slogan “I think I believe in myself” all over the place and it kind of summarizes how I view myself. It’s not cocky and it’s not dismissive. It’s a little uncertain but also honest.
What do you think?
Ps. I used to love the word “slogan” but now it just seems so awkward…
Been experimenting with different songs and types of music to see how versatile my voice is. Having a great time with it too! Didn’t know I had the rock and roll growl… Must develop further…
