Enter Zachary

I've been called a honorary gay and frankly I feel very welcome amongst the "gay" culture,

So it is not surprising that I would develop and inner gay personality.

I often feel as though I have five personalities:

1) my true self- Sarah

2) my Internet self- Thyme Warp

3) my day dream self- Harley Vandal

4) my alter underdeveloped personality- Sahara

and

4) my inner gay man- who from tonight on will be affectionately called Zachary.

Zachary has been developing in me for so long, and he comes out most weekends, especially at gay bars when they blast Britney and Robyn.

(Please keep in mind that I am a straight girl very comfortable in her self)

Beyonce has an alter personality when she goes on stage called Sascha Fierce.

Bowie has had many alter personalities.

So really is it odd for me to channel Zachary?

He shall be called Zachary from Monday to Thursday, But from Friday to Sunday he's Zack. Get that straight bitch! Zachary shall be the outlet for all my dancing and trashy business. He's been around for a while and I am so glad to finally give him finally a name.

My friend Papa Roach helped me develop his name, as her "inner gay" is called Stanley, such a prestigious name.

This is not in jest, but rather a way to vent parts of my personality society tells me I am not allowed to show.

So Zachary shall be free to dance to as much Britney and Adam Lambert as he wants...

Rufi-OOOO!

The Glamazon that is Adam Lambert has created a new epic. This video combines two worlds: one of Neverland and one of fairies( insert double meaning here).

The atmosphere looks like that the fairy forrest where they rave to trace music and swing hoola hoops around. A cross between Shambhala and Burning Man.

And Adam looks like he stole some of Rufio's wardrobe from the film Hook.

This song is so prime. My inner-gay-glamazon busts out to this one for sure.

Golden God

Oh my. The golden god that is Robert Plant.

I have to admit that in my fondest day dreams, I imagine that he is my father and we ride around in the Led Zeppelin- mobile all through the English country side together...

Anyways, in connection with my favourite vocalist (like Tori Amos), I must bring up my #1 which is Robert Plant. His voice is just pure ecstasy and magic. I don't care what type of music he is singing, whether it's with Led Zeppelin or country with Alison Krauss, his voice is beyond epic. I love him so much, that I am rendered to childlike words, like saying that he is epic. No one can touch him vocally. That's all I can say.

Some other great vocalists that I truly enjoy, in the ranks of Robert, maybe, are:

Andrew Stockdale from Wolfmother. The track he does with Slash ("By the sword") is just spellbinding.

Adam Lambert. He has a crazy, crazy vocal range. He is sassy, sexy, glam, and I am so glad he has severed his ties from American Idol.

Cedric Bixler- Xavala from The Mars Volta and At the Drive-In. He is exhilarating. So much energy and power rolled into a sexy Mexican singing machine. Who else can wail like him and sound sexy? Try singing along to "Goliath". Just try.

Pink. She is often overlooked because she is not a diva like Mariah Carey or Beyonce, but she is more real. Pink is quite a powerful vocalist and she is so real, it hurts to listen to her music. She rips out my heart with her emotional singing.

Anthony Keidis. Another overlooked vocalist. I know he wouldn't be on most peoples top list, but he is one of my most beloved. When he sings "Scar Tissue" I feel it. He started out rapping and now has grown into a true blue vocalist. Such a veteran.

And last, not least Julian Casablancas. I didn't realize I was so in love with his voice until he was absent for 4 years and then he release a solo album. It felt so good to hear that wonderful voice on some new tracks. And now I can't get enough. He has such a iconic voice.

Guilty Pleasures

We all have guilty pleasures. Don't tell me you don't...

Most of my guilty pleasures (other than the odd Marlboro) involve music.

I'm ashamed of some of these, but I really get immense pleasure listening to all of these tracks:

- "Heart Shaped Glasses"/ Marilyn Manson. Mansons' songs never really did anything for me before. Except this one, especially accompanied with the video, and Miss Evan Rachel Wood.

- "Don't Talk to Strangers"/ Hedley.

This song is fantastic, as far as Canadian pop punk goes. I'm sure the allure will wear off, but when I first heard this track, I didn't even know it was by Hedley.

- "Whataya Want from Me?"/ Adam Lambert

I have to admit, I really dig this song. I dance to it in my room more often than I dance to Gaga, which is saying a lot. Congrats Glambert.

-"Yes"/ LMFAO

Yes, is what I exclaim when I hear this track. It's so cheesy (especially the lyrics) that it's good. LMFAO I approve, pancakes and all.

-"Rumors"/ Lindsay Lohan

Oh yes, I'm guilty on this one. I was listening to this track in my car earlier today. I've been a fan of this song since it came out. I don't think I will get sick of this anytime soon, although I don't plan to make people share in my guilt on this one.

Shhhh! Don't tell...

The Glimmer-Bot returns!

All is at buzz that Adam Lambert finally admitted that he was indeed "gay", but this is not getting me excited. What is getting me all in a "twitter" is that Adam Lambert made this admission to RollingStone Magazine and he is going to be on the cover! What a surprise! I can't wait till this arrives in my mailbox as well, but chances are I'm not going to destroy the cover, but rather laugh hysterically in a told you so manner:

"But this glamour-bot will be gracing the pages of many magazines (Maybe even RollingStone ?) for years to come. "  (A previous post)

All the Glimmer is gone.

All the glimmer and sparkles are now absent from my life.

The glamour-whore did not win American Idol.

See this is what happens when you don't vote... Coffee shop musicians (ie-Kris) win the most glamourous title of them all- American Idol. Kris, including his puppy eyes, doesn't really deserve to be prom queen. We all know he won't be wearing the sash and tiara for very long. He will be forgotten. But this glamour-bot will be gracing the pages of many magazines (Maybe even RollingStone?) for years to come.