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HUNX AND HIS PUNX DO VIDEO

Between playing a bunch of shows, writing us another tour blog, and sinking his/their teeth into pretty much anything queer that moves, Hunx and his Punx/Punkettes managed to make a video for their song, "You Don't Like Rock And Roll." You can watch the new video beneath. It's our way of saying sowwy for dragging out their final SXSW blog until today.

SXSW- DAYS 2 + 3 (ITS ALL A BLUR)

Our van died again, for the millionth time. Which left us no choice but to hitch-hike from Coomer's yard to downtown. (I'm not about to take a bus or pay for a cab.) Luckily, these nice Texans gave us a ride. It was so funny watching Brande put on makeup in the back of their pickup truck while the wind blew our eyelashes and hair. It reminded me of that challenge on Ru Paul's Drag Race when they had to pose on a motorcycle in front of a wind machine and their eyelashes were flopping everywhere like crazy.

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We played at Beerland for a tribute to Jay Reatard who released one of my records, took us on tour, and also gave me a serious shrimp job. I miss him calling me at 5 AM. I miss him period. After that we played the True Panther Sounds showcase at Cheer Up Charlie's with some of my faves: Teengirl Fantasy, Magic Kids, and Tamaryn. After that we headed over to the Chain Drive which is a really awesome gay bar. I caught Shannon and the Clams, Yellow Fever, and The Vivian Girls, all of whom were awesome. We also played in Chippendales gear.

Not only did I get to pin Nick from Teengirl Fantasy up against a wall, but I signed a lot of gay guy's butts.

Geez I don't remember anything after that. I think I hitch-hiked a ride home from a rich boy in a Mercedes who I'm pretty sure was on heroin. GREAT decision.

The next day we played our sixth and final show in Austin. The Punkettes FINALLY busted out their granny outfits just in time for a very high profile photoshoot with the NME. Later a review surfaced saying we looked like, "castoffs from Mama's Family". Our drummer, Erin, is totally "passing" as a grandma, dont cha think?

Other favorite reviews of mine were: "Hunx and His Punx: They were not very good" and "Hunx and his Punx: They smelled like vinegar." I wonder if it was the apple cider vinegar the Punkettes were downing, or those Walgreens douche kits I kept splurging on? Psych! I don't use those. (should I?) We celebrated afterwards by breaking into a chic rooftop hot tub at the Omni hotel. I think this is the guy from that band Fucked Up. Talk about hunky.

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Somehow we got our hands on our record label head honcho Dean's room key and someone got the genius idea of ordering $450 worth of room service. We were so happy.

After dinner we needed completion (or closure), so we dialed room service again and ordered three more bottles of champagne and one of every dessert on the menu. Unfortunately Dean came back to his room to "freshen up" right when the two huge trays of desserts were arriving. OOPS. Love you, Dean!

We were supposed to get on a bus to play a festival in Mexico, which I really wanted to do. A lot of the bands cancelled due to shady bus rides or people getting hijacked but do you wanna know our excuse? We don't do tents. Sorry!

NEXT STOP: EUROPE

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