White Roses on the Shadow of Soon

I interviewed a young person named Rachael Please. I am enjoying interviewing these young people. The youth today! So feisty! This young person has an album coming out, on the 30th. One may obtain it by emailing rachaelplease@gmail.com or going onto this young person's "Myspace", I suppose. I don't email- I only write letters. By the way, a young woman emailed me about where I get all my nieces from. I generally find nieces in garbage bins of gold and silver, or in record stores where they sell only polka dot shirts. I like estrogen, hmm?

Karl:
Where do bees come from?
Rachael Please says:
Bees are the living perspiration of our lord and saviour Jesus H. Christ, sent to punish innocent people, in classic Christ fashion. It's horrible really.
K:
What about honey?
Rachael Please:
You don't even want to know... lets just say there is a lot of "manual labor" involved. Clothing is generally not an option.
K:
If a chessboard is on a table, where is the nearest castle?
Rachael Please:
Somewhere in the future...
K:
What about Hamlet's Rose?
Rachael Please:
I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about... This is the 21st century, I'm pretty sure anything that came before the 80's got thrown in a landfill somewhere in Orange County. Sorry.
K :
So you're an 80's fan? Where's the leggings, hmm?
Rachael Please:
Oh me, no, I'm not an 80's fan, I'm speaking objectively. The world forgets things pretty quickly, art in particular, if you can't fuck, eat, or dance to it, it's not worth remembering. Haven't you heard?
K:
I only remember things that you can eat to not eat them
How do you feel about the 90's?
Rachael Please says:
I think the 90's were great, a lot of innovation took place, people started making really different things, probably more then than any other time in history, and I don't just mean in music, but music especially underwent serious changes, unfortunately those positive innovations had a negative effect on music as a whole being that they spawned millions of unoriginal counter-artists, most of which still plague us today. Turn on the radio, you'll shoot yourself. It wasn't always like that, and I don't think it always will be. I mean, they'll have to play my music eventually.
K says:
Do you feel like the Indian of the group?
Rachael Please:
I feel like the Jew of the group, if that means anything... good music has been systematically slaughtered in favor of cheap auto-tuned money machine bullshit, I'm like the one that survived, everybody else got tired and quit, or sold out. I'm just getting started with these people, "These People" of course meaning every fucking one.
K: How scary! Would you like a mint?

And now I have some questions for all of you:
Where is the harlequin's castle?
Who owns the farm, and how many geese does it take to get there?
How many doves do you posses?

Karl Says: listen to them

I always thought "Simon Says" was a terribly demode game. It was invented in the 80s. Now it was anyway, hmm? So; let's play Karl Says. Begin! (At this point Rei would bang her gong, but Rei's away playing on Harmonicas she stole from Bob Dylan. She hangs around his concerts, and picks them up off the ground. At this point I think he's given up on caring about who-the-freaky-Japanese-lady-in-black is, anyway. Hedi does the same with Kate Moss's old boyfriend. Can't remember his name. He stalked him, though. Took millions of pictures. Stuck them on his walls throughout his house. Made underwear out of them.)

Karl Says listen to these people: Rachael Please. They're chic, though myspace makes me throw up. So it's probably best if you get a piece of paper, and tape the piece of paper to the bit that says "MySpace" and then listen to the music, hmm? Maybe those of you who listen to "Hey there Delilah" and buy scented candles from K-Mart and are still freaked out my that young man Marilyn Manson, will not like it. (Marilyn's a nice boy. But someone like, say, Sarah Palin-- she really does scare me. How she dresses. I try to stay non-political, hmm? But she- well, she is an exemption. That and Barbie dolls. Barbie dolls are terrifying. The clothes they wear manage to be never ever chic. And Bratz. Have you people seen Bratz? The proportions!)

Right. And there's Stefano "I never wore sneakers apart from when I wear new balance" Pilati.
There's an article in the New York Times in which he comes off as too pretentious for words.
Yves is rolling in his grave. Actually, he isn't. He's rolling on the floor. But this makes him look- how do you say- a little puppy-dog-like. How adorable.
Stefano's clothes are.....wearable for around the house, perhaps. He just should not speak. Cut off his tongue, hmmmm?