I know I’m not the only queer kid who likes hip-hop. I know I’m not the only queer kid in town who likes it when girls (and sweet fellas, too) shake what they mama gave them and such, bouncin’ that thing (or things) all enthusiasticlike to the kind of bass that gets you feeling, um, dirty. Or something.
So, this is the event that will cap off Austin Relay Pride, the queered-off section of the Texas Relays, which, this weekend, will completely transform the landscape of Austin to just a shade sassier, with a soundtrack of muff(ler)-rattling bass lines and zippy race cats to give a whole new meaning to Live. Music. Capital.
Homo Hip-Hop is coming. Homo Hop. It’s HomoRevofuckenlution, bitches. And I’ll be there, for a long lineup of queer kids who do what they do to who they do in the bedroom, yeah, yeah, whatever, (Johnny Dangerous is even bound to brag about it, but hey, look at that tongue) but what’s more important is what these kids do on the stage. This shit is for real. If you don’t know their names when you walk in, you will remember when you’re leaving, grinning, sweatier than when you came.
You will shake what your mother hath given unto you. And your backside.
Saturday, April 7, starts at 7:30pm, Wyndham Garden Hotel (part of the Austin Relay Party Train), 3401 South I-35, $10.
This article appears in March 30 • 2007.