I've interviewed Kevin Barnes, leader of Of Montreal yesterday. He was very shy but sweet and funny... And wore the best pair of gigantic shades this side of the seventies.

He got to meet Alabee, my MSR, who's named after his daughter and the song he wrote for her, And So Begins Our Alabee.




After coming back from the interview, I had to lock Alabee in the doll cabinet, because I couldn't stand her bragging about meeting celebs and hanging out with rock stars. This morning, I've noticed the other girls all look fed up with her. I should really stop taking my Blythes along for interviews. It ruins their fragile egos and fucks with their already oversized heads.

And now, I'll go take my bucket of crazy pills and shut up.

Blythou out.

Please, meet Alabee, the newest member of the Rude Manor plastic clan :



Sorry for the horrid cell phone pic, but I'm too busy to do a proper photoshoot today (and the results wouldn't be *that much* better anyway).

Alabee's name has been picked by Thierry. She's named after a song from Of Montreal, one of our current favorite bands. We saw them in a small club in May and I had a great, uplifting time, just like I had when I saw the Flaming Lips (which inspired me to call my BBB Yoshimi).

If you want to watch the video for Alabee's song, just clickey :



Blythou out.