If happiness were an animal, what would it be?
Surely a tiger. A large, fat, peaceful tiger, sated and dozy in a summer breeze.
If I may say so, Lulu, you are well known for your unconventional requests when staying in hotels. Can you tell us why and maybe make an example of something you may ask?
Lately I've found that I can't live without Hindi dandelions scent or chloroform-infused chamomile-tea bags delivered daily to my room.
What are you working about?
I'm collaborating to the music score for a sequel of "Big Top Pee-Wee", a gem whose significance has not been acknowledged.
Did you ever participated in a séance?
May so! But just once. It was a very tormented experience. Suddenly, the spirit of Joan of Arc appeared and revealed that I'm probably the reincarnation of a neighbor of Edgar Allan Poe.
Could you support the gossip about the loss of the Bigfoot photos?
Curiosity killed the cat! Truth is vulnerable and so are you and your bones...
On a scale of one to ten, how famous are you?
I'm not sure. I think I'm a one in Tucson, but a seven in Amazonas.
One of your best works, "Shout", is a universal hymn of protest. Does it also have a secret meaning?
It's a song about the feeling you get when you're out of time, and that's all.
Are you allergic to anything?
Yes sir! I have a little intolerance to nonsense, gnu milk, and sodium chloride.
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