#80s pantsuit

[cheesecakeonthelanai]

The Golden Girls - Favourite Outfits

ROSE NYLUND 💐

Season 2

#i just ADORE the ivory pantsuit #and I want that goose sweater so bad #the golden girls #rose nylund #season 2 #fashion #golden girls #betty white #80s tv shows #80s tv #retro tv #retro tv series #retro television #1980s tv #classic tv series #tv shows #tv #1980s television #80s television #classic television #television #1980s #80s #80s nostalgia #80s fashion #favourite outfits

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 1983

Isabella Rossellini in a black linen trouser suit, above. By Ralph Lauren. Below, Isabella Rossellini in a John Anthony silk jacket with matching pleated trousers. Hairstyle Louis Alonzo Makeup Wesley Dunn.

Isabella Rossellini en tailleur pantalon en lin noir, au dessus. Par Ralph Lauren. Ci-dessous, Isabella Rossellini dans une veste en soie de John Anthony avec un pantalon plissé assorti. Coiffure Louis Alonzo Maquillage Wesley Dunn.

Photo Andrea Blanch

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#us vogue #february 1983 #fashion 80s #1983 #spring/summer #ready to wear #prêt à porter #ralph lauren #john anthony #louis alonzo #wesley dunn #isabella rossellini #andrea blanch #pantsuit #tailleur pantalon

[beaversatemygrandma]

A lot of the complaints about DLCs being essentially part of a normal gameplay and just being some random upcharge that makes zero sense wasn’t something I understood all too well. Until now.

Like, the Pokemon DLC and We Happy Few, Outer Worlds, and whatever, it was extra quests that you’d know nothing about unless you saw the ads. Like okay. That’s fine. That’s DLC. New area. New Quests. Like $10. Nbd. THEN Comes one i ran into last night. So, I’ve been going through AC Odyssey finishing all the side quests i didn’t get to and just having a good time. Well, I starting working on the Atlantis related stuff. I went through all those hoops and special quests only to be met with a: “Buy this DLC to continue!” only to find that it was a $25 DLC for literally one questline and I was seething. Like. You give me all these things just as a PREVIEW Of A FUCKING DLC?? Wtf man. Why would you do that?? That was like a two hour preview of the DLC. Rude.

Like, I love Assassin’s Creed games but I’ve never bought one full price. They go on sale like twice a year and I usually get one around then for literally less than half the price. This time around, i was like, ‘hell yeah, $12 for the full game’ and bought it, not knowing that TWO QUESTLINES Lead to the fucking DLC. Now I’m thinking I should’ve splurged and got the whole deluxe game while it was on sale, but it was like $24 instead of 12 so i was like, ‘eh, if i REALLY want to do that maybe I’ll pay the $5 to buy the DLC later on.’ Little did i know that it was the same price as a damn indie game when it wasn’t on sale. Maybe when it’s on sale again bc I’m broke and the ‘full’ games are like $90.

#taks speaks #ntm that whole end credit sequence that ended with: BUY VALHALLA NOW TO CONTINUE YOUR ASSASSIN LEGACY #and im just there like. what. stop selling me things im gaming #im here bc im a fucking history nerd #i love the concept of the historically accurate world #but here we are with all this advertising targeting the people who are like 'BADASS FIGHTING GAME' #anyways. im annoyed. the ezio series was nothing like this #then again. that's like a 15 yo game now #ezio would never. but kassandra showing up in a goddamn pantsuit after living for 1000 yrs totally would #girl was a merc in ancient greece. i bet she'd be a wolf of wallstreet in 2020 #prob did mad numbers during the 80s #*sighs* at least the discover tour thing is cool #anyways i now want valhalla and its killing me that its not still on sale #the ads are also stabbing me #just jumping me and stabbing me #like playing casually going about minding my own business and suddenly *ad appears and stabs to kill* #going great guys. going great.

[fazcinatingblog]

Oh my god TIM CAMERAMAN TIM ON EPISODE 4 NEXT SUND--- LITERALLY ANY TIME I CAN WATCH IT ANY TIME NEXT SUNDAY

#laura watches the newsreader #okay ep 3 was more heartbreaking and sad sigh all the stuff with kay and then Helen #stupid drama TV shows #at least rob and noelene got those interviews done but rude of the people to just ignore Noelene's questions #anyway #needed more coco #i hope she's in more episodes #influencing back in the 80's #oh and wtf was Rob's attitude to Noelene's pantsuit???? 'i love the shoes'??? fkn dump his arse #wtf man #she's trying to dress less like a schoolgirl so please support that #maybe rob likes schoolgirl Noelene #he's into skirts only #rob please #no no i can't read into this #i can't ruin noelene and rob for myself with these comments #I'm so sorry #just do better Rob

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[11x13kyle]

every time kyle buys clothes, at least one of the items is accidentally a women’s item. so many of the pantsuits, sweaters, and button ups he owns are from the women’s section and a good 80% of the time he has no idea. the remaining 20% of the time he is well aware and just thinks the clothes look nice on him. which they do!!!

#microceleb au #<- this applies to any universe basically but me and ros had this conversation about mcau kyle

[tolerateit]

GOT IT

8 is revenge

remember last year when taylor wore that princess diana-inspired revenge dress that she said it was just a "black dress she liked"?

track 8 on midnights is vigilante shit, where she said she's dressing for revenge

well she was promoting Red tv while wearing that revenge dress

the same red that lost out a grammy to daft punk in 2014 so she submitted red tv to this year's grammys. they have a song called harder faster better stronger, and what did taylor get with lwymmd? harder and stronger, a nod to them and her revenge plot too

you know what was last night? 27 years since the bbc interview with princess diana aired, where she said "There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded." and taylor paraphrased it in getaway car "with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow". and the reason why i sent you the ask the other day.

in the same song she also referenced a tale of two cities which tells the story about an imprisoned man. imprisoned for 18!!! years

with X marks the spot, and X being the roman numeral for 10 aka Midnights her tenth album, she spelled it all out for us last night, and has been for a while now, just like princess diana did with her outfits and the revenge dress

her relationship with bmr was doomed from the start she just realized a little late. that's why she had the vault scene in lwymmd, with the girls behind her dressed like her past album color palettes. she's taking her art back. and the accolades she was supposed to get for them on top of everything.

so back to her outfit last night, the pantsuit is from a 2019 collection, which according to the designer was inspired by 70s and 80s gangster films (getaway car tie in)

her jewelry? sword earrings, showing that she hasn't dropped her sword yet because the rerecording process isn't over yet paired with unchain my art earrings and a bracelet called business meeting

she didn't do much with fearless tv because the original already got the accolades it deserved. but red didn't. and neither did reputation, hence all the rep and red references throughout this era (sparkly rep-looking outfits, the red ring popping up again, ongoing promo for atw10, etc)

aaand that's my explanation for the 8 theory hope you enjoyed meg

mk

i need a week and a day to fully take all of this in

#you ask for the tab* #THAT WAS BRILLIANT #MK

[lizardywizard]

Reading about potential bans on drag shows and realising that, as a transmasc in this era, I’ve been living with a privilege I didn’t know I had.

I always say that I didn’t really have much gender dysphoria until I went to college and had my first experiences of feeling truly Perceived. In truth, it started before then: I was saddened when the neighbourhood kids began to separate into gendered friend groups. I didn’t like my name, and I didn’t want to grow up to have boobs. But until I really started getting those boobs, and being Noticed for them, I never felt like I needed to change anything about my body in order to live as myself.

A big part of that, I realise now, was that I was allowed to dress in a way that I found gender-affirming. Growing up as a kid in the UK in the 80s, it wasn’t shocking if an AFAB person wore trousers or shorts; it was seen as progressive and feminist, and while my neighbours might not have been the most progressive folks, I had a mother who encouraged it. I stopped wearing dresses around 5, at my own insistence, and though she was sad because she found them cute and enjoyed making them, my mother never made me wear them again. I’ve travelled in multiple countries with varying amounts of queermisia, and no one has once commented to me along the lines of, “Why don’t you wear dresses and skirts? Isn’t that a bit, y’know? Weird?”

An AMAB kid who doesn’t want to dress masculine, though? Unless that kid socially transitions to female and is fully embraced as a girl by their community, they have so few outlets. I hear all the time about kids and teens sneaking their mother’s or sister’s clothes, petrified of being caught. Or cherishing that one year where they got to wear a princess dress for Halloween when they were 5, or dress up in a boa and put rouge on their cheeks. How rare and precious and secretly cherished those times were to them, because it was impossible, unthinkable, to just want to wear dresses.

It’s an experience that’s alien to me as a transmasc, but at the same time chills me to the bone, because what if? It wasn’t always like that for AFAB people either; go back a few decades before my birth and, yeah, people did look at a woman in a trouser suit funny. If US society does go full fucking Gilead on us, I’m outsies, because there’s a lot of trans stuff that isn’t a need for me but I know if I was forced to dress like a tradwife I’d absolutely snap. I would go feral. There aren’t a lot of things I complained about in my childhood, so the fact that I made very clear very young that I wasn’t going to dress feminine.

But here’s the thing: transfems and GNC AMAB people are already having that experience. It’s not “women in suits” these laws are targeting, it’s “men in dresses”. A visibly AFAB person wearing masculine clothing is a “go-getter”; a visibly AMAB person wearing feminine clothing is a “pervert”. My society’s stereotypes, not mine. That’s a lot of shame that is already dumped on those kids from birth, and if we don’t fight it, it’s only going to get worse.

Personally, as a transmasc? I suggest utilising that difference for the greater good. There are plenty of people who will throw a fuss about “men in dresses” but aren’t going to want to give up their own pantsuits. If laws like this ever pass, we need to flagrantly break them, in order to take the whole farce to court and get it shown up for the regressive conservative hateboner it is.

#transmisia #dragmisia #queermisia

[docholligay]

Eurovision Rehearsal quick takes: Day 3

Everything I said before still applies! I know I didn’t get this up yesterday, but.

Estonia: This is essentially what I expected from her. It looks pretty good! But I do hate her pantsuit

Iceland: I see an NQ for this. Whatever it is they have going onstage just can’t help this song along, it’s one of those situations where everyone LIKES it, but no one LOVES it enough to vote for it.

Greece: Boy, this whole Steve Irwin chic thing is an entire choice he’s making. I feel like we need to stop sending babies to Eurovision, especially given the sort of iron fist Greek production tends to have with their contestants, which is a lot of WHY they tend to pick tiny children--a 16 year old with no career can’t really advocate for themselves. This is going to be a tough choice of whether it’ll qualify or not.

Poland: Boy, she’s lucky she’s not in the same semi with Israel. Her dance break is awkward, and it seems like she can’t really sell it. I do still think this will qualify, though, it’s the kind of summer bop that does really well, most people don’t know or care about the politics behind it, and they’ve got some stage tricks.

Slovenia: I feel like these nice kids are also going to NQ given that there’s not really a stage show here. I could be wrong! They’re very charming, and we won’t know how things are going to look in camera yet, but still.

Georgia: She basically brought the music video to the stage. I have no idea how I think this is going to do given the strangeness of both the lyrics and the semi it’s in.

San Marino: I am smelling NQ, like an animal, given both the song and the difficulty of San Marino’s microstate situation within Eurovision. Every year they complain about microstates having no place at Eurovision and granted, I’m not sure this is the song for that argument, but they ain’t wrong.

Austria: They sounded off in the clip, i’m hoping that’s just a sound issue as I’ve seen them do this song live multiple times. I DO HATE the staging. I haven’t seen it in camera obviously, but on stage, I think the outfits and the actual Edgar Allan Poe in the background is too “do it for the meme” It will qualify EASILY for this semi, but I do go on record as a touch disappointed in the staging.

Albania: THis looks almost EXACTLY like I thought it was going to. THis is going to be a problem for them, because other than pyro and some scraf choreo, it’s mostly them all standing around onstage.

Lithuania: Who put this woman in orange on an orange background? She clearly loves orange, and that’s great for her, but it is absolutely not the look she needs to be giving here. I’m fairly certain this will NQ

Australia: I feel like this is not his final outfit for the night, as I’ve seen him wear it to preparties. Anyway, they brought a CAR onstage, and the whole thing is so infused with glorious 80s cheese and nonsense, I’m very much looking forward to this one as a show closer.

Tomorrow is the big five!

#translated from the original European

[chicinsilk]

UK Vogue April 1988

Christy Turlington wears cream wool trouser suit by Azzedine Alaia, double breasted blazer jacket, wide lapels, loose straight leg trousers. Black imitation tortoiseshell glasses. Men's belt in dark brown leather, with silver metalwork, by Massimo Palombo. Hairstyle, by Sam McKnight for Daniel Galvin; makeup, by Mary Greenwell.

Christy Turlington porte tailleur pantalon en laine crème de Azzedine Alaia, veste blazer à double boutonnage, à larges revers, pantalon ample à jambes droites. Lunettes noires imitation écaille de tortue. Ceinture homme en cuir marron foncé, avec métallerie argentée, par Massimo Palombo. Coiffure, par Sam McKnight pour Daniel Galvin ; maquillage, par Mary Greenwell.

Photo Patrick Demarchelier vogue archive

#uk vogue #april 1988 #fashion 80s #1988 #spring/summer #printemps/été #azzedine alaia #massimo palombo #sam mcknight #mary greenwell #daniel galvin #christy turlington #patrick demarchelier #pantsuit #tailleur pantalon

[kleiner-ghost]

Egor x Reder [Loop 1]

Turns out getting shot in the head helps you remember things better.

Because there are not enough, if any, fics shipping me the reader with Egor.

"Hey, we're heading to Updam, for the concert and then the party, care to join?" A fellow eternalist asked you. With his black and gold outfit he really did look like he'd fit at Alexsis' manor. The pistol he carried on his hip further played into that aesthetic.

"Nah." You replied.

"Hoping to catch a glimpse of Doctor Evans?" Another eternalist cut you off before you could finish. Her whole thing was blue and purple, and if the bloodstained on her pantsuit were anything to go by, she'd already enjoyed her first day plenty.

"Hoping to catch a glimpse of my employer actually." You corrected her, as you hopped onto a crate behind you, further indicating that you were not leaving.

"Your loss." The eternalist in blue and purple shrugged and headed off.

"You sure?" The man in black and gold insisted. "It'll be fun. There's gonna be music, and alcohol and drugs."

"And Alexsis." You added. "Come on, look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't creep you out."

The eternalist did not meet your gaze, and instead looked to the side. The two of knew what he was thinking about. Alexsis had a reputation, one that had made you, and a handful of other sensible people, to question the real meaning of "devouring of the lambs". You suspected that Wenjie made corpses vanish to prevent Alexsis from digging a knife and a fork into one.

"Women, wine and song." The eternalist who's been trying to convince you went back at it. "You can't really be staying behind to meet doctor Serling?"

You shrugged.

"I wanted to see Wenjie too, but she threw a bottle at that guy," you pointed at an eternalist in a red glitter suit who was sitting on ground, fixing up his minigun while muttering something under his breath, "and now I'm scared I'll get shot."

"Why?" The guy in black and gold asked, visibly perplexed.

"I'm curious. And also slightly... paranoid, I guess is the word. Have you ever thought about why they want us here, the visionaries?"

The man before you shrugged.

"I was friends with a guy who was friends with a guy whose cousin met Ramblin' Frank in jail. I got offered an eternity of partying and I could not refuse."

It seemed by his demeanor that he was just about done trying to convince you.

"An eternity, exactly!" You exclaimed, and almost lost balance atop your crate. "There will always be a tomorrow to party, but there won't be another today to figure out who we're working for."

The eternlist shook his head, seemingly saying 'your loss', and headed off towards one of the trucks that still had space in it.

You watched him go, and hopped off your crate. The sun was slowly setting, and the temperature had began to drop. You reached to the holster on your back and unclipped the magazine of you pistol, checked it, and put it back in place. You were starting to get a feeling in your gut that something was about to go very wrong rather soon.

“Come on, it’s freezing!” 

You hear a voice complain behind you. And true, it was cold, but when you turned around you almost laughed at the poor guy.

“Go indoors.” The eternalist who’d had a bottle thrown at him by Wenjie said. He was just about the only one not laughing at the man in his underwear. 

The poor bloke might have replied if not a voice suddenly echoeing throught the loudspeakers.

“You lot! Stop whatever useless loitering you are doing and get to work! I know Frank fished half of you out of God knows where, but you still signed a contract. A legally binding contract!"

"Asshole." Somoen swore at the loudspeaker.

"And an idiot." Someone else, no doubt another Wenjie fan, added.

You didn't say anything, as, despite how much the tone annoyed you, you had in fact signed a contract to defend this outpost during at least 80% of your time in the loop in return for being able to fool around for the remaining 20%. You had done the math, and came to the conclusion that 20% of eternity was still an eternity.

"I want you to cover this island with my fool-proof security system," the voice continued. It then went on with explaining where exactly each turret, field nullifier (whatever that was), and trip mine should go. "Oh and don't even think of coming anywhere close to my compound. I am conducting extremely important scientific research, and I will shoot on sight." The voice concluded.

"Well, that's much cue." You said, heading towards the central bunker where you were all the explosives were stored.

"You seriously gonna follow his orders like that?" One of the eternalists called you out.

"Hey, if you're not happy, you should have gone to Alexsis little party." You replied, and flipped your pistol in your hand, mostly to look cool, but also with the intention of slightly intimidating the other guy.

"That's right." Someone else chipped in. "So let's get to work, and regret out life choices tomorrow."

You did just that, and barely noticed that it was already fully dark when you finished placing the last of the mines. You were meant to go and guand the bunker entrance with the rest of the eternalists, but you couldn't help but wonder who the man you were guarding was. On one hand everyone called him an idiot, and he had proven to have quite a bad personality, but on the other, you doubted the other visionaries would have left someone like that lead them with the Aeon program.

Disregarding your orders, you snuck past the trip mines you'd just finished installing, and back outside in the snow.

The cold air hit you with surprise, and you zipped up your jacket and pulled its collar as high as its leather fabric would allow. Then, once you'd gotten somewhat used to the cold, you snuck behind a truck, and watched the clearing before you.

Egor Serling was just as you'd imagined him to be, strnagley enough, based on the fee indirect interactions you've had. He was tall, and wore a coat too big for him. His round glasses further added to that air of an 'out of place nerd' that he gave off. You wondered what those rectangular red patched on his face were.

At some point, you realized that you had stared past what was socially acceptable. You should have gotten put and introduced yourself, or snuck back to your post. But you hadn't, and now doing either felt awkward.

So, you distracted yourself by closely watching what the man was doing. Although you couldn't make out much from the angle and the distance, you saw him fiddle (perhaps claibrate) some machine, while mumbling to himself. Every so often he would rub his hands together and blow on them in a fruitless attempt to keep the cold away.

Then, you saw something orange move amongst the white snow. You squinted, following the direction it had vanished in. For a second, you thought that you'd imagined it, but then a head popped up from behing the container at the far end of the clearing, almost immediately followed by the baril of a gun.

You recognised that man as the head of security. His face was posted all over freestand rock, and more scarcely displayed in other areas. Colt Vahn was his name, if you remembered correctly. And you did, and learning about visionaries was somewhat of a hobby. You followed the direction his weapon was pointing in, past Egor and towards the container home behind him. But there was nothing of interest there.

"Oh shit." You swore as you realised what was going on.

You jumped up and fired a volley of shots at Colt. You might or might not have hit him before he ducked back behind cover.

Hearing shots, Egor vanished. You could just about make out a purple outline of where he was, and a trail of footsteps in the snow following him.

Unfortunately Colt had made that observation as well, as he had moved onto a nearby hill, and pulled out a rapière.

Without thinking twice, you dashed, pushing Egor out of the way.

"What-" he complained, as he briefly reappeared.

For half a second, you felt his mind mingle with yours, as you could hear thoughts that were clearly not your own about some sort of experimental wave receiver device. Then you fell to the floor, bleeding out from a head wound.

[Loop 2]

#deathloop egor #deathloop #colt #fanfiction #fandom #soon to be moved to AO3 #colt vahn #egor serling #egor x reader #deathloop x reader

[carbonateddelusion]

shaking up Edith in my head like a drink

haha... tall drink of water.

anyway aside from being very feminine, her personality is pretty much the same as Edgar's. the only major difference to take into account is that she is more comfortable being the soft, squishy-emotioned person she is due to society's expectations of women vs men. very high-femme lesbian lady.

Noel (Noah) is more on the pantsuit side of things- not necessarily "butch", but definitely more gender neutral physically than how Edie presents herself. she doesn't like how much she's been pushed by the people around her into fitting the "sweet quiet soft-spoken girl" mold. Noah is naturally a very dominant personality imo; he isn't aggressive, but he definitely steers most things and likes having things his way, so you can see how that would translate to Noel. she's a matriarch!

I can only imagine that Isabelle (Isaac) is still as gnc as always. of course Isaac is a lot more than choosing to be super femme in appearance (they also have their masc days :)), but it's a pretty important part of their character that I think would be flipped with Isa. she really enjoys dressing masc.. it's the 80s tho and being anywhere NEAR gnc is extremely dangerous so they keep it on the down low.

#i imagine isabelle pronounced as ee-suh-belle instead of iz-uh-belle #bc it sounds closer to isaac that way #isa is super pretty imo 🥺 i think fat ppl are rlly cute in general but i feel like she and edith in particular are both gorgeoys #*gorgeous #oc ramblings #my oc #oc: edgar #beanie isa #beanie noel

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[getstickbugdlol]

i did not buy the $80 satin blush pantsuit and now i am regretting it

[dankusner]

Freak unique

UnShaunte DeFox is a hot obnoxious mess of couture and a punk-funk rebel.

UnShaunte DeFox is a hot obnoxious mess of couture and a punk-funk rebel.

The Dallas illusionist tests the mettle of the Miss Texas of America pageant

By DANIEL KUSNER | Aug. 29, 2008

DeShaun Elliot was a young teen when he first saw Grace Jones, dripping in foxtails while performing "Do or Die" on "Dance Fever. "

And the little gay boy from Wichita Falls was immediately obsessed, "Here was this beautiful, ugly, blue-black, mysterious, tough chick. She was a super-freak. And she had this power — she seduced everyone," Elliot remembers,

"She became known for telling people to fuck off. She'd slap people during interviews."

That was more than 25 years ago.

Now 40, Elliot has created another persona — UnShaunte DeFox, a drag illusionist molded in the freaky tradition of Grace Jones.

In fact, the "fox" part of DeFox was inspired by the foxtails Grace Wore on "Dance Fever."

On Sundays, DeFox is a regular entertainer at Elm & Pearl, and on Wednesdays he regularly performs at Woody's Sports Bar & Video.

But he's not a traditional pantsuit diva who tries to master Celine Dion's subtle nuances.

In fact, most of the Dallas drag queens tell Elliot that his performances might fare better in New York.

"I've been known to put microphones in my mouth. During my routine, I'll kiss girls on the mouth. I'll drink people's drinks or lick their straws. I'll chew dollar-bill tips and then spit them out. One time, I swallowed the dollar and then opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue to prove it," Elliot explains.

He says that Dallas' drag scene has a stereotype.

"There's lots of silicone — and cliques. I'm the different one. But I'm not a bitch. I'm very nice to the other drag queens, and they're nice to me. They tell me they think I'm extraordinary," he explains. "I'm not a drag queen because I'm transgender. To me, being an illusionist is an art form."

He says drag doesn't always have to be elegant.

"It's boring to just try and look like a woman. Drag is being bigger than life. When I see drag, I want people to drop from the ceiling. I want them to lick the floor," he says:

DeFox's aggressive performances are complimented with outre fashions that he designs himself.

"Sickening illusions — like having my entire face and neck done in mirrors with bull horns sticking out of my head," he explains.

During a recent photo shoot, he donned a silver lame gown with a futuristic mirrored hat with a brim that covered just one eye.

There was also an enormous matching cape with hood, billowed armholes and sleeves with five-foot extensions.

Being the weirdo in Dallas' drag scene seems to be working.

It's even working on the pageant circuit.

DeFox is Miss Gay Dallas of America 2008, and she recently handed over her crown for Miss Texas Latino American 2007.

On Thursday, she begins chasing after the Miss Texas of America tiara.

In order to maintain the surprise of her show, she can't divulge her routine.

But it will involve 15 backup dancers, a fierce Grace Jones homage, a doppelganger — and probably her tongue licking something.

LONE STAR PAGEANT

The theme for Miss Gay Texas America 2008 is "Naughty Girls: The Chanel Experience."

Categories include evening gown, male interview, solo talent, onstage question and final talent. (For more information, visit MissGayTexas, biz.) Wednesday, Sept. 3 at 10:30 p.m.: former titleholder revue at Illusions, 4100 Maple Ave. Thursday, Sept 4 at 9:30 p.m.: competition night at The Rose Room, 3911 Cedar Springs Road. Friday, Sept 5 at 9:30 p.m.: final talent at The Rose Room

Dallas’ Starck Club’s 40th anniversary reunion: ‘A Temple of Future People’ visit the past

Dallas’ decadent ‘80s club was a Studio 54 for Dallas, a moment that defined the era. For one night only, the moment was back.

UnShante DeFoxx performs during the Starck Club 40th Anniversary Show at The Kessler in Dallas, TX, on May 12, 2024.(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

The marquee above the Kessler Theater read THE STARCK CLUB, but when I arrived on a rainy Sunday at 7:45 p.m., the only sign of anything unusual was a woman near the entrance in a hot pink coat of gauzy ruffles that looked so fashion-forward you could practically tip it to the ground.

A giant pink bow in her sleek black hair, paired with combat boots.

“Get on in here,” said Jeff Liles, maestro of the Starck 40th anniversary reunion, opening the door to the Kessler in his old black T-shirt and blond dreds.

And with that, I entered the matrix.

Guests relive their 1980s party nights during the Starck Club 40th Anniversary Show at The Kessler in Dallas, TX, on May 12, 2024. (Jason Janik/Special Contributor)(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

Exactly 40 years ago, on May 12, 1984, the Starck Club opened its silver doors near the West End, transforming an abandoned warehouse into an epic space of billowy white curtains and black terrazzo tile.

Gender-neutral bathrooms were so big that clubgoers had sex in the stalls, and if that’s only a myth, please don’t tell me. (It’s not.)

The club’s name evoked New York’s Stork Club as well as the apt description “stark” — bold colors, bracing soundscapes, looping visuals — but mostly it summoned the designer Philippe Starck, who left his native France in the early ‘80s to build a temple of music and beauty and decadence in (of all places) Dallas, Texas.

“I think this club can be a temple of future people,” Starck said at a press conference for the club’s opening, scarf tied around his neck, a scene captured in the 2024 documentary Pure Ecstasy: Inside the Infamous Starck Club by Dallas producer Michael Cain.

The film premiered at the Texas Theatre last week, and Cain hopes to make it more widely available by the end of summer.

Mixing eye-popping footage and recent interviews with founders as well as clubgoers like Owen Wilson, Thomas Haden Church and J.R. Ewing himself, Larry Hagman, Pure Ecstasy is a 100-minute injection of music lore, lost history, and American innovation, tracking the rise and fall of the Studio 54 that thrived under the Woodall Rodgers overpass.

Blake Woodall (no relation to the street) was the man behind the idea, a rich kid from Preston Hollow eager to make his mark.

He’d witnessed the valhalla of Ibiza clubgoing.

“I saw an environment some would call debauchery,” he says in the documentary.

Others would call it escape.

The opening night in 1984 was legendary: The Dallas Symphony performed, but so did New York’s avant-garde icon Grace Jones.

The club raked in $125,000, a number that could probably still make Nick & Sam’s green with envy.

Over the next five years, Starck became a mecca for art weirdos and thrill-seekers and drag queens and people who wanted to be seen, but not in bright light.

Most famously, the Starck was the place where MDMA, then legal and known as ecstasy, entered the North American bloodstream.

It was a place of fashion and intrigue and flash and the casual gender-bending that accompanied gay culture’s mainstreaming.

Men in Flock of Seagulls hair and guyliner, women with Dorothy Hamill cuts and pill-box hats. Everyone wore broaches one season; I have no idea why.

I guess you had to be there.

And finally, I was.

Guests relive their 1980s party nights during the Starck Club 40th Anniversary Show at The Kessler in Dallas, TX, on May 12, 2024. (Jason Janik/Special Contributor)(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

I thought far too long about what to wear, because much of my wardrobe comes from SuperTarget, and no shade on Merona, but they could not match this moment.

I sprung for a slinky-shimmery gold gown in the Marilyn vein from U.K. retailer Wolf & Badger, and paired this with patent leather high-heel boots that really shouldn’t be worn at my age, but oh well.

I invited my older brother, an engineer and actor whose fashion radius extends from blue polo to red polo, but he accurately predicted and nailed the right look for straight men — black jacket, black shirt, black jeans.

Your basic “don’t mind me” outfit amid the sumptuous carnival.

My brother and I grew up in Dallas, but we were underage during the Starck Club’s reign.

We were too busy going to Spaghetti Warehouse and Six Flags to know that history was unfolding downtown.

I’d spent the past few days poring over archival footage, a parade of youthful folly and ‘80s excess, so maybe what struck me first about the crowded lobby of the Starck reunion was (and I feel bad saying this) how old everyone was.

Men had silver hair or no hair at all.

Women wore sensible heels and glasses. It was almost like the dewy-faced denizens on my laptop screen had entered a time machine and aged, well, 40 years.

My brother and I are no spring chickens.

I’m 49 and he’s 54, but as we made our way up to the stairs to the VIP room, he clapped his hands and exclaimed, “I feel so young!”

Lithium X-Mas performs during the Starck Club 40th Anniversary Show. Toward the end of the set, two women who looked like human disco balls swiveled neon hula hoops on either side of the stage.

(Jason Janik/Special Contributor)(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

The VIP area was very chill, a version of the fabled Cold Bar at the Starck where folks went to cool off from a sweat-soaked dance floor.

Downstairs on-stage, the psychedelic art-rock band Lithium X-Mas was raging through a live set, but the VIP area was low-key, a service dog roaming the premises, and I took a seat on a couch and stared at video projected onto the ceiling: a woman lassoing a fire hydrant, a picture of men with floppy hair and sunglasses, parallelograms of magenta and yellow.

I recognized an old Apple commercial, rainbow colors across a piece of fruit. It struck me how many words that once captured the natural world — mouse, tweets, streams — had been co-opted by technology to describe the digital age rising up to swallow us whole.

“Do you wanna hear a real story?” asks Clyde Haygood, a celebrity hairstylist from LA who looked like a ‘90s-era Dave Navarro.

He was wearing the same snug black Gaultier jacket he’d rocked in 1984.

“We started a trend of pearls and gauzy fabrics,” he explained, sitting beside former doorman Dale Brasel, a tall professor-type in a sharp suit and white Doc Martens. “When we were done with it, we would come up to people inside the club with scissors and cut them off.”

By “we” he meant his friends, not Brasel, who was soberly guarding the door as his buddies wreaked playful havoc on strangers.

“I would tell him, just don’t hurt anybody,” Brasel said. He worked the door from 1984 to 1986, peak Starck, though the drugs and hedonism were somewhat lost on him. “I was always outside getting cussed out and spit on.”

Clyde Haywood, left, former Starck doorman Dale Brasel, and Kendall Morgan at the Starck Club 40th Anniversary Show. (Jason Janik/Special Contributor)(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

Brasel cut our conversation short to greet an old friend, someone he hadn’t seen in decades.

As an interloper, the scene was a bit hard to penetrate, a return to a moment you missed the first time.

I headed downstairs to an outdoor area where I recognized the dapper man in a black jacket and black T-shirt: Russell Hobbs, a major force behind the emergence of Deep Ellum in the ‘80s.

“Are you on X?” he asked me, and I shook my head. “Everybody else is.”

I wasn’t even drinking, having given that up 14 years ago after my long tenure in the bosom of import lager and top-shelf tequila.

Hobbs wasn’t on ecstasy, either.

“I’m high on the Holy Ghost,” he told me, and he really did say that. Hobbs is famously born-again, a story for another time, but he sat beside me on a wooden bench to reminisce for a minute.

“The Starck Club was exquisite from Day One,” he said. “I was living in the eye of a hurricane over in Deep Ellum, so I didn’t go much, but Blake came over in his slippers to talk to me.”

Blake as in Woodall, still Hobbs’ best friend.

Woodall wasn’t able to attend the reunion because his daughter was graduating from Columbia University (a very different scene).

“Dallas in 1984 was a materialistic clone mall,” says Hobbs. “I didn’t fit in, so I created my own world.” Woodall did the same, part of what bonded the two. “Starck was much more than drugs. Music, art.” Hobbs was staring into the distance, almost as though he were watching the white curtains flutter above the red carpet. “Blake created a little taste of what heaven would feel like,” he said.

The dance floor at the Kessler at the Starck 40th Anniversary Show. (Jason Janik/Special Contributor)(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

Heaven, or what it might feel like, turned out to be very loud.

Inside the performance area, the live band had been replaced by dance music blaring over the sound system.

White lights swept the floor like a UFO about to land.

I didn’t recognize the song — was it even a song?

It was more like a vibe, the throb of the bass rattling the wall I leaned against, too sober to join the fray.

The middle-aged clubgoers were doing the “nod and sway” as the white light turned red, then purple. From where I stood, it looked less like 150 people moving and more like one enormous body pulsing.

“Here’s something,” my brother said, yelling into my ear over the music. “The percussive beat feels like .50-caliber machine gun on your chest.”

My brother is in the Navy Reserve, and he served time in Iraq.

The machine gun was part of his training (he never used one), but the comparison clicked into place why my nervous system felt so rattled. “The sound literally compresses your heart,” he explained.

Would I feel differently on MDMA? Probably. I’d been a dive-bar lush, but I remained a drug prude who never tried X, or E, or molly (whatever you call it). I’ve never even seen cocaine in real life, a claim that made a male companion younger than me clutch his head as though it were about to explode. “Who are you?” he asked.

I’m a child of the War on Drugs, the Reagan-era push back to the decadence of places like the Starck Club. Less than 10 years separate me from most folks on the dance floor, but that decade brought so much change: HIV/AIDS, the drinking age hiked to 21 (and thus the ramp-up of underage binge culture), and a crackdown on pills and powders, including a major drug bust at Starck in 1986.

The club’s famous silver doors finally closed in 1989, the finish line of the decade it helped define.

The ‘90s brought grunge, guitars over synthesizers, long ratty hair instead of Aqua Net bangs.

A night club is a promise you will never grow old, that you’ll never die.

You’ll always be young and beautiful. Life outside a night club is a reminder that everything I just said is a delusion and a lie.

A late night getting later at the Starck Club 40th Anniversary Show. (Jason Janik/Special Contributor)(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

I never did join the pulsing hive on the dance floor, but later on Instagram, I saw Gretchen Bell, founder of my favorite vintage store Dolly Python, posting about being inside it.

“I’ve never seen so many men in sheer multi-colored pantyhose tops in my life. Dillard’s must have had a sale.”

So much about the evening had the wink of an inside joke, but it never felt alienating; quite the opposite, even outsiders were welcomed into the fold.

Moms brought college-aged daughters, who giggled and took selfies in mini-skirts and platform wedges, looking relatively tame compared to an earlier generation of boundary-pushing rebels. Was this the first generation of American kids to dress more modestly than their parents?

A Grace Jones impersonator took the stage in a black catsuit and a flamboyant red robe.

I missed most of this, since I’d left to chat with George Baum and Cheryl Sharp, two former clubgoers I’d interviewed for the News last week (Baum was working the door back then as well as at the reunion show).

But when I returned to the VIP area, my brother was quick to fill in details.

“I’m 60, bitches!” he said, repeating the line performer UnShante DeFoxx had crowed a few times.

The actual Grace Jones is 75, so I suppose this was breaking character, but if I looked that good at 60, I’d do the same.

UnShante DeFoxx performs during the Starck Club 40th Anniversary Show. (Jason Janik/Special Contributor)(Jason Janik / Special Contributor)

My feet were killing me.

Walking on 3 ½-inch spikes is for teenagers, I swear.

But as tired as I was by 10 p.m., it was hard to leave the circus.

Under the Edison bulbs right outside the entrance, I met Natalie Kates, a raven-haired stunner who’d flown in from New York for the event.

She was dressed in head-to-toe Comme des Garçons, including a pair of gobstopper pearl brass knuckles she tried to pack in her carry-on until security told her it was a weapon.

“It’s fashion!” she insisted.

No dice.

Kates grew up in Texas, though she grew cagey when I asked for more details, and I don’t blame her: She had the air of a woman without a past, who lived everywhere and nowhere at once.

She’d come to the reunion because former doorman Michael Dyess asked her; they’d been Starck companions back in the day.

She tried to summon him on her phone but grew impatient when he failed to answer.

“Where is Michael Dyess?” she yelled to people around here, managing to seem queenly and adorable at once.

When a text arrived on her phone, she tilted the screen to a man beside her.

“I don’t have my glasses. What does that say?”

Dyess arrived soon after, a sleek silver-haired gentleman in a black designer jacket over extravagant chain mail that dripped all the way down his hairy chest.

He’d worked the door from 1987 to 1989, and he flashed a picture on his phone from that time: Luscious dark hair, full makeup, as eye-catching as any woman in a rock video.

“Were you nice?” I asked him, and he smiled at me. Sweet girl, naive girl.

“Uh, no,” he said, and we both laughed. That was the point then — to feel inclusive but to be exclusive.

I had to leave them.

It was late, and my feet were screaming, but I blew kisses as I parted like we’d known each other far more than five minutes.

The side street seemed quiet and dark after we left the matrix. My brother was the one who put my thoughts into words. “I haven’t seen that many people happy in America in a really long time,” he said.

They say you can’t go back home again. They were wrong. We were there.

Dallas Artist David Hynds Unloads a Starck (Club) Raving Mad Collection of Nightlife Art

From T-shirts to tickets, memorabilia from the legendary club goes on sale at Ephemeral Space.

Kendall Morgan

"No dance” buttons from the time the club was busted are on display alongside a vintage Dallas Observer.

Dallas’ most infamous night spot still has nightlife denizens eager to get past those velvet ropes.

We’re talking about the Starck Club, the Philippe Starck-designed icon of the 1980s, which is celebrating the 40th anniversary of its opening this month.

To mark the memory of those glory days of legal ecstasy use, big hair and 12-inch singles that never seemed to end, the Kessler Theater announced a reunion party to be held on Sunday, May 12.

It was so hotly anticipated that it sold out within hours.

(The Kessler has added a more chill pre-party set for the night before, with tickets still available, and the Texas Theatre will air the long-awaited documentary The Starck Club on Friday, May 10, and Sunday, May 12.)

But judging by the Facebook groups “Starck Club Survivors,” “Starck Club Friends,” “Starck Club Documentary" and “Starck Club Revisited,” there’s still not quite enough Starck to go around.

Since the reunion was announced, members have been peppering their feeds with images of their gloriously eye-lined youth and YouTube links to dancefloor classic spun by the club’s late DJs, Go-Go Mike DuPriest and Rick Squillante.

The East Dallas gallery Ephemeral Space is also leaning into nostalgia with its latest art show, Starck Art, which opens Saturday, May 4, and runs through May 18.

The show presents the collection of David Hynds, who was there for the entire lifespan of the club, including tickets, fliers, tees and invitations the artist has been hanging onto for decades.

According to Hynds, the art show was in the works before the reunion was booked.

We spy a flier for one of Drag Race superstar RuPaul’s early concerts.

Ephemeral Gallery

“When the club closed, [all the material] went into boxes, but by that time, I’d been so familiar with it, I wasn’t going to throw it out,” Hynds says. “I went to one of the openings of Ephemeral and thought, ‘I’ve got a lot of paper stuff, and that’s definitely ephemeral.’ So I talked to [co-founder] Jason Cohen about doing the show and mentioned it.”

Hynds’ friend and colleague Mark Ridlen (DJ Mr. Rid), who spearheaded the Kessler event, mentioned that it was coming up on the Starck’s anniversary.

So the duo got busy pulling everything together with perfect timing.

Looking back, Hynds couldn’t have predicted his unusual job would become a lifetime obsession.

He was delivering furniture and working as a part-time film editor when he had the opportunity to edit some footage for a new nightspot.

“The first day I worked was the opening night investor party where Grace Jones and Stevie Nicks played,” Hynds says. “I was watching Grace Jones perform and wanted to check the feed in my office. The bar had an exit right across from my door, and I almost got run over by Grace Jones dressed in a gorilla suit!”

Soon, he ran the “entertainment behind the music” during the club’s opening hours from Thursday through Sunday.

In the very beginning, Starck didn't show music videos as it did later; instead, it opted for unique visuals that weren’t intended to match the beat.

Hynds roped in another colleague with a film background, Suzie Riddle, to fill in when he was sick.

The video was so crucial to the club’s vibe that the owners sent the duo to the New Music Seminar in New York, where they discovered work from artists such as William Wegman to add to their roster of strange and unusual clips.

They also started producing their own pieces to add to the mix.

Soon, Hynds was creating fliers and tickets for the Starck’s many events and concerts, starting with 1984’s Republican National Convention in downtown Dallas.

“They had the slide projectors and asked me to a do a set of slides with the [Republican] elephant, and I think it's the first art piece I did,” he says. “The next one was for a New Year’s event invitation. I did a line drawing with a spilled glass of Champagne and the [Starck logo] dancing man, and after that, they started using me all the time.”

From rodeo and psychedelic parties to concerts by Jones and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Hynds created everything the club needed.

He even crafted three-dimensional props, such as a mechanical skeleton band made out of foam core for a Dia de los Muertos event.

Raiders of the Lost Starck

As he often had leftover fliers from the print runs, Hynds began stashing away tickets and artwork.

That way, when he was sourcing video artists, he would have something to send along to let people know what the Starck was all about.

When the club closed in 1990, it was all packed in boxes until it was time to pull it all together for Ephemeral.

Hynds has curated framed pieces dedicated to theme parties and musical events, which take over three walls of the gallery.

Featuring a mix of fliers, artwork and tickets, these will retail for from $30 to $650.

The promotional videos he made will be on view at the back of Ephemeral’s space.

Sixty limited-edition VHS tapes containing a Starck promo clip along with surprise footage from everyone from Lene Lovich to house band Happy TVs will be on sale for $87.50.

Hynds also printed a series of new T-shirts ($36.50) with vintage designs and new graphics marking the 40th anniversary.

A few of Phillipe Starcks’ original furniture pieces will also be on view, although he says he’s not quite ready to let those go.

With collectors and fans worldwide reaching out for a little piece of the club, Hynds is confident the show will sell well.

But for him, it just feels good to spread the love for a moment of freedom and creativity to the people who experienced it firsthand.

“I was thinking that after I’m gone, my kids are going through my stuff, and they won’t know what to do with all of this,” he says. “It’s better to put it in the hands of people now. My motivation is just to move it onward and get it out in the world for the people who still remember this to enjoy.”

The opening of Starck Art will be 5–8 p.m., Saturday, May 4, at Ephemeral Space, 203 S. Haskell Ave. The show is open Saturdays, 11 a.m. – 5 p.m., through May 18 and by appointment during the week. click to enlarge

Relive your youth and take home some Grace from Ephemeral Space.

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MY FAVORITE SONGS SORTED BY BPM

Organized by Name/Artist - BPM

(Under cut)

Oh Actually/1 Trait High- 69

Homage/Mild High Club- 73

Sweet/Phemiec-73

Ghost Town/The Specials- 74

The mind electric/Chonny Jash- 75

The Mind Electric/Miracle Musical- 77

I wanna tell you a secret/Junie and TheHutFriends - 78 Eventually/Tame Impala- 78

I dropped out/And The Kids- 78 

Mama’s Boy/Mama’s Boy- =

Ammonia Baby/Junie and TheHutFriends- 80

Alien Blues/Vundabar- 82

Nothing Man/Sodikken- 83

Cupid/Jack Stauber- 83

Ruler of Everything/Tally Hall-83

Long Long Time Ago/Jack Conte- 84

Make The Grade/Jack Conte- 85

You can't hide/CK9K- 87

Hey kids/Molina– 87

I’m gonna win/Rob Cantor- 87

Feel Better/Penelope Scott- 87

Blah Blah Blah/The Oozes- 90

Long Time Friends/The Living Tombstone- 90

Sunflower/Michele Leigh- 90

The woods/San Fermin- 92

Simple Science/Cricket!- 92

Lay Down/Mother Mother- 94

Drown Me!/Junie and TheHutFriends- 96

It’s Been So long/The Living Tombstone-  96

Goodbye to a world/Porter Robinson- 96

Hayloft/Mother Mother- 96

Crutches/Drive45- 96

AngstMode3000/Junie and TheHutFriends- 96

Soul on Fire/Mystery Skulls - 96

Nothing’s New/Rio Romeo- 96

Over and Over/Rio Romeo- 96

Wrecking Ball/Mother Mother- 97 

Stuck Inside/Black Gryph0n- 97

Boi Cha Cha/Junie and TheHutFriends- 97

Leviathan, the Girl/Phemic- 97

Dog Years/Afternoon Bike Ride, Middle School- 97

Self Esteem/AJJ- 97

Locket/Crumb- 98

Lucky Day/11 Acorn Lane- 99

Icicles/The Scary Jokes- 100

For the departed/Shayfer James- 100

Saint Bernard/Lincoln- 100

Adapt/That Handsome Devil - 100

Bloody!Bloody!/Junie and TheHutFriends- 101 

Hollywood Endings/Jack Conte- 101

When It Rains/Junie and TheHutFriends-102

Something Stupid/Frank Sinatra - 103 

Five Nights at Freddy’s/The Living Tombstone- 103

Problems/MotherMother- 104

Pantsuit Sasquatch/Molly Lewis(Pop)- 106

Wonda/Caravan Palace- 106

This comes from Inside/The Living Tombstone- 107

End-world normopathy/Ghostandpals- 107 

Dead Weight/Jack Stauber- 108

Bonnie’s Mixtape/Griffinilla- 108

Memento Mori/Fish in a Birdcage- 110

Die in a fire/The Living Tombstone- 110

Nothing Critical-/Cloudeater 110 

Vacillate/Oliver Buckland- 110

Artificial Sweetener/Drive45- 110 

Imaginary Friend/ABSRDST- 111

Oleander/Mother Mother - 112 

Maniac/Caravan Palace- 112 

A Man Without Love/Engelbert Humperdinck- 112

The Family Jewels/MARINA- 112

Kids/???- 113

Girls/Marina- 114

Bad Things/Cults- 114

Candle Queen/Ghostandpals- 115

Hullabaloo/Rare Americans- 115

Freezer Burn/T1lt- 115

Crucified/Ghost- 116

Circus/Brittney spears- 116

Highway to Hell/AC/DC- 116

Notion/Rare Occasions- 116

Michelle/Sir Chloe- 116

Coffee/Jack Stauber- 116

Brass goggles/Steam Powered Giraffe- 117

Copacabana/???- 117

Fifteen Minutes/???- 117

What’s in the Closet/11 Acorn Lane-117

Hansel/Sodikken- 118

The Fool/Roan Martin- 118

Watermelon/???- 118

Absence/Rio Romeo- 119

Money, money, money/ABBA- 120

MEGALOVANIA/Toby Fox- 120

Moonsickness/Penelope Scott 120

Honey I’m Home/Ghostandpals-120

Buttercup/Jack Stauber- 120

Nunemaker’s Parable/Everybody’s Worried About Owen- 120

I am not a Robot/Marina- 120

I created a monster/???- 120

Lights Off/Ace of Hearts- 120

Easy to Breathe/Jack Stauber- 120

Mister Money Bags/Jack Conte- 121

Dumb Dumb/???- 122

Crucified/Army- 122

Human Leather Shoes for Crocodile Dandies/Caravan Palace-122

Hermit the Frog/MARINA- 122

Egg and Soldiers/???- 123

The Distortionist/Ghostandpals-124

The Water’s Fine/???- 124

Are you satisfied/MARINA- 124

As the world caves in/???- 124

Hand Me my shove, I’m going in/Will Wood- 125 

I’M SANE/AXIE - 125

Nightmare Parade/FAKE TYPE- 125 

Love I Need/The Living Tombstone- 125

Redmageddon/Sodikken- 126

Beatophone/Caravan -126

Let’s Do It/11 Acorn Lane- 126

Love Me Click Me/11 Acorn Lane- 126

Ellen/Oprah/Adam Neely, Jessica Kion, Ben Levin- 126

Watch Your Back/Junie and TheHutFriends - 127

Labyrinth/???- 127

Oh No!/Marina- 127 Clash/Caravan- 127

Weird Science/???- 128 

Dog of Wisdom(Blue Verison)/The Living Tombstone- 128

Animal/The Living Tombstone- 128

Crown/Limbo- 128

You Make Me Happy(Electro Swing Remix)/11 Acorn Lane- 128

Freely Tomorrow/???- 129

Getting Bigger/The Living Tombstone- 130

Hungry for Another One/Jt Music-130

Dinner is not over/Jack Stauber- 130

You weren’t meant to see that/???- 130 

Welcome to Freddy’s/Madame Macabre- 130

Smile Ukulele/???- 130

Chamber of Reflection/Steezy Knicks- 132

Gretel/Sodikken- 133

Simon Was/???- 133

Queasy/Drive45- 134

They’ll keep you running/???- 135

1000 Doors/The Living Tombstone- 135

My time/Bo-en- 135

Ruler of Everything/Chonny Jash- 136

Chickens/???- 136

I wanna haunt you/???- 137

Off with his Head/Jack Conte- 137

Follow Me/Dream Valley Music- 137

Little Clown/Phemiec- 137

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land/MARINA- 138

Bloody Nose/Jack Conte- 138

Fighter/Jack Stauber - 139

Feel Good Inc/Gorillaz- 139 

Burning Pile/Mother Mother- 140 

Aftermath/Caravan Palace- 140 

Something for your mind/???- 140 

Arms Tonite/Mother Mother- 140 

Crash/Neovaii - 140 

Honeywell/???- 140

No wind resistance!/Kinneret- 140

Eighth Wonder/Lemon Demon- 140

Still Life/???- 142

Carousel Waltz/Jack Conte- 142

A Million Gruesome Ways To Die/Billy Bust Up- 142

Tetractys/Oliver Buckland- 143

Murders/Miracle Musical - 144

RAT/Penelope Scott- 144

Goose Goose Revolution/The Living Tombstone- 145

Charlie’s Inferno/That Handsome Devil- 146

Princess Andy/Petrojvic- 147

Body/Mother Mother - 148

TERRIBLE THINGS/Axie- 148

Savages/That Handsome Devil- 148

Are we having fun yet?/???- 150 

Breezeblocks/???- 150 

Take A Slice/???- 150 

Under My Skin/???- 150

Cheeseburger Family/Jack Stauber- 152

The Comfort of a Laugh Track/Roar- 152

Squid Melody/The Living Tombstone- 153

Microchip/Oliver Buckland- 153

Dog Nightmare/Jack Stauber- 154

As Your Father I Expressly Forbid it/Lemon Demon- 155

Poison Pop/???- 157

Leopard/Jack Stauber- 158

Shutup You’re Stupid/That Handsome Devil- 158

There’s something happening/Jack Stauber- 159

Chosen/The Living Tombstone- 160

Bring Her Along/Joe Harley- 160

Idwtgtbt- 160

Everything I own/Drive45- 165

The Worlds Dumbest Puppet Show/Caroline Konsnar- 165

Like a Match/Jack Conte- 166

Join Us(And Die)/Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals- 166

Along Came A Spider/???- 166

Like a Star/Mike Krol- 169

Cabinet Man/Lemon Demon- 172

Poor Grammar/Roar- 172

Push/Jack Conte- 174

Getting Better/nelward

My Ordinary Life/The Living Tombstone- 176

Mr. Blue Sky/Electric Light Orchestra - 178

Dopamine high score/LeGrand - 180

I Got No Time/The Living Tombstone- 180

Twist the Knife/That Handsome Devil- 182

I can’t handle change/ROAR- 184

Just take my wallet/Jack Stauber- 184

Eat You/Caravan of Thieves- 184

Community Gardens/The Scary Jokes- 190

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