In an article printed on Journal of Anthropological Research, prof. Jim Harris described your songs as "a supernatural summary of contemporary symbolic fatalism". Any comment?
Actually, I think that in his recent letter published on Canadian Journal of Symbolic Constructivism, dr. Douglas N. Nelson utterly disproved that superficial theory.
Gilbert, how do you invest the considerable fortune you make?
Well, I invested my stash in a money-making scheme devised by a financial genius named Charlie Punzi, an expert of hedge futures trading. I'll tell you his number, but I could not talk to him in the last few weeks.
Gilbert, which is your favorite fruit?
I call it "Gilbert's sensation". In the middle of one of my famed researches in the Hymalayas, I discovered an inconspicuous new tree, now named Myocypha ornata, that blooms only every 4 years. It then gives fruits whose flavor reminds of watermelons and olive oil. It sounds unpalatable, but it can easily cause dependency.
Gilbert, which is your trick to achieve unblemished skin?
Curiously, it is a weekly ablution with jello.
Gilbert, where did you go on your last break from work?
Last month I rented a chic villa in a hidden valley of Vanuatu. The contract included barbed wire aplenty to protect my privacy but also a crowd of local extras pretending to be delirious supporters to let me feel at home.
Your zodiac sign is Sagittarius. Are you a typical Sagittarius?
Naturally! I'm very cordial, somehow inert, cooperative and itchy. My relatives say that I'm also a little contradictory but that I think it is common in artists.
Could you tell us what's your earliest memory?
Only few people know that I have the power of total recall. Indeed, I remember pretty well the moment I saw the light. You know, it was a day in December. An almost perfect autumn day, distant thunders and a promise of electricity in a gust of wind. And amidst all the beauty, I was there, covered from head to toe with blood, in a room full of people yelling like banshees, moving around like drunken coyotes. The first, but not the best day of my life...
I'm blessed with amnesia.
You are a sissy. My existence is like a walk into perpetual discomfort.
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