'Tis true, 'Merica (the beautiful) has its very own Britpop sensation just waiting to happen. And they're as American as a fag in the Castro Scissors for Lefty from San Fran. The lead singer of this band, Bryan, is one of those guys who seems to transcend this plane of existence. This reality. He embraces your arm when he talks to you, floats smiles like blades of grass, but you're not always sure he's right there with you while he's spouting such joy. Just … somewhere.

Slipped in (literally – how we got in is still a mystery; I swear, I pulled no strings) to the blessedly early South by Southwest Buzzcocks set. So foxy fierce, even as close as they are to assisted living.

Damn formative faggots (at least Pete Shelley), I must say. At least they helped set me on my path back in the day, that's for sure. Has GLAAD ever given an image award to these poofs? And tell the truth: How many of you masturbated to "Orgasm Addict" in 1981? C'mon, raise your hand.

Oh, that means I have to stop typing…

You know that minute, when you are so saturated with the throng and tired of fighting the tide on yet another street blocked off to accommodate the drunken proletariat? Well, I always have at least one of those per South by Southwest day and a sure fire way to calm me is to surround myself with friendly (albeit snarky) faces. So when parking stress on SoCo was gettin' me down, I slipped into Vivid/Blackmail to get some luv. Fashionista clerks Jeremy and Sherry always have something dishy to say. So I poked them like bears to see what bugged them most about the crowds this year.

Jeremy was in a very good mood (the store was staying nice and bu$y) and said he wasn't bitter yet but still managed this: "Slouch boots. I am so over slouch boots. And sorority girls in slouch boots. You can't take a sorority girl and stick her in a pair of Urban slouch boots and make her a hipster. It just doesn't happen. Wait, that sounds mean. I'm just grumpy because I can't get my coffee. I am not waiting in that line at Jo's."

Owners Gail (click gallery link) and Evan were seen outside pushing their twin babies up street into the sunset. Sweet.

Oh those wacky ministers, getting all hypothetical. God blogger Rev. R. Albert Mohler Jr. asked in a recent entry: Is Your Baby Gay? What if You Could Know? What if You Could Do Something About It?

What if??? What if we left the hypothesizing up to the secular humanists, Al? Have a little faith, Al. Cuz God don't make no junk (I read that on a cute shirt, once.)

Oh, for god's sakes... Next they're going to be telling us that we can't date fetuses. Jesus.

New Favorite band: The nastysweet Yo Majesty from Tampa, FLA. More about them later.

New Favorite Shout It Out: "Fuck dat shit!"

New Favorite line on their MySpace page:
"Influences: yeah! usually un da da influence!"

Here's where they'll be the rest of the weekend:

Sat., Mar 17, 5pm: Whoopsy Magazine party @ Trophy's
Sun., Mar 18, 1:15am w/ Thunderheist, Vin Sol, Bitchass Darius, 215:TFK, and Tactic @ Peacock Lounge

But it's all about the music. Joan introduced (see below) bands from her Blackheart label, including Girl in a Coma, the Dollyrots, and the Vacancies.

Ooh, these photos make we want to do a series... Of photos, y'all. Don't be nasty.

Made of plastic. It's fantastic. This one's a Faggotgirl.

I have listened to the song "Sweet Bills" so many times in the past five days, screaming along, feeling it, with windows open on Guadalupe, so many times that I have worn down the album to bareness. It now skips. Balls.
But, I did get it for free and by accident (to the goddess) so hey, no worries, right? It's just that I have simply become obsessed, like every time I'm in my car, I want to hear this song. I need to. Sometimes you get those songs you love, that speak to you, that live inside you for whatever reason, the type that you start over to hear it again before the track is even done; this one, it just does it for me. I spend the whole time relating it to my life, my mother, wondering if it's about his. I dance. I even get teared up a bit. And then I start it all over again.
"Sweet Bills," the title track to the album that is circulating the States and making other wide-eyed bushy-tails ask the same thing: Who is this guy?
Who?

SXSW: Sat., March 17, 12:30pm, Bluhammock Party, Iron Cactus Rooftop, 606 Trinity. RSVP to get on "the list."

Also: Sat., March 17, 5:30pm, ATXtreme Party, Cafe Caffeine, 909 W. Mary.