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justbusterkeaton · 6 months
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Fancy Pants Buster
Music: Puttin’ On The Ritz by Fred Astaire
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Cinéma Art Déco 'le Ritz' dans The Spot…banlieue à l’est de Sydney. - source Terence Lucas.
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The Exiles Kent Mackenzie. 1961
Cafe Ritz (demolished) 334 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA 90013, USA See in map
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amarriageoftrueminds · 8 months
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Hi! Do you have any headcanons about the Howling Commandos?
Okay well sorry in advance 'nonny but it's been that kinda day so this answer might be a bit depressing
(to offset that here's an old ask with Howlie headcanons)
14 Headcanons about the Howling Commandos:
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1 - all of the guys in the 107 who were captured by Hydra and put to work in the Krausberg POW-camp/factory later died of radiation-related cancers because of being exposed to Tesseract energy. (This was reported upon in the scientific press, post-war, and is part of the reason why people like Bruce Banner were duped into believing that the Bio-Tech Force Enhancement Project would be interested in a gamma-radiation sickness treatment.)
2 - Because Steve made the 107 famous, post-war there was a controversy of unscrupulous members of the 107 who hadn't been captured (ie. the guys who threw rotten food and homophobic jeers at Steve) claiming to have been in Krausberg. But the fact that those guys didn't develop the same health problems as real 107 rescue-ees unmasked them as valour thieves. (Especially galling for the Howlies, since Dum-Dum had had to fight for the government to officially recognise Gabe and Morita's valour in medals, as they deserved.)
3 - one of the Howlies' acquaintance Steve never got to meet was Izzy Cohen, a kid Bucky took under his wing from basic training onwards, who had lied about being underage in order to get into the Army. The same guns which Bucky and the guys were later forced to make for the Nazis turned him into a blue mist at Azzano.
4 - Gabe and Morita came from all-POC squads who were killed off completely because the Nazi guards at Krausberg were hardest on them and because they were the first Zola picked off to experiment on. (This presaged later torture by Zola of Isaiah's men, and of Asian civilians by Werner Reinhardt; both men hired by Peggy's SHIELDra).
5 - During the war Gabe once sat next to Bucky at a campfire, watching Steve perform some feat of extraordinary strength across the way, and -- thinking of his friends he had lost -- asked Bucky what Zola did to them all in the lab. Bucky couldn't talk about it...
6 - over Christmas 1943, before being deployed back to the continent, the Howlies were sent on intense specialised training in the coastal village of Aberdyfi in North Wales, under the auspices of a secretly all Jewish troop of Continental-European Commandos, called X Troop.
7 - because Monty was in with all the right chaps in the Old Boys network, he was able to give Steve et al insight into a lot of the political goings on behind the scenes in the British forces, give him a hint on which of the English intelligence-officers to dismiss due to incompetence, nepotism hiring, etc. Monty once took Steve and Bucky to the London Ritz, where the basement bar was a gay club. 👀
8 - during missions in France the Howlies met Virginia Hall, Noor Inayat Khan (Morita proposed to her while drunk), Logan Howlett (an old war buddy of Dum-Dum's), and Ernest Hemingway (whom they did not think much of: despite being just a journalist, he was waving a handgun around trying to 'liberate' the Paris Ritz... which had been long abandoned by the Nazis by the time he got there.)
9 - while filming movies as part of his USO tour, Steve was biletted at a place called Fort Roach, California, where the US Army Air Force's First Motion Picture Unit was making animated war-propaganda short movies for cinemas. While there, he got Bucky a signed animation-cell of 'Trigger Joe' and met (and punched) some actor guy called Donald Reagan??
10 - During the Allied Invasion of Sicily, the Howlies met three Brits who were introduced to Steve later on, in London. In the modern-day, Steve was delighted to discover that two of them had gone on to become famous actors after the war: one of them starred in Star Wars and another -- still alive -- in Lord of the Rings. He and Christopher Lee kept in touch (Bucky and CL agree that it's great they got the stabbing-noises right in the movies). It blew Tony's mind when he found Steve listening to an advance copy of a heavy metal album, that his 'buddy Chris' had sent him from England. Bucky kind of had a crush on him back in the day... (The third Brit the Howlies met in Sicily was 'Mad Jack' Churchill, of broadsword, longbow and bagpipe fame; Bucky wrote his Scottish dad a delighted letter about it).
11 - Steve and the guys once had to physically restrain Bucky from punching General Patton, during one of their morale-boosting visits to a Field Hospital. (One of the guys at this particular hospital had just had his leg blown off. And Bucky made sure Steve visited in his dirtied combat gear, and not looking immaculate, because he remembered how demoralising it was for bedridden pre-serum Steve if Bucky waltzed in looking all dapper, while Steve was feeling his worst.) The punishment for this incident was the Howlies having to let news crews follow them around for a week, filming propaganda newsreels.
12 - they also repeatedly got in trouble for damaging historic churches in Germany ('accidentally' blowing off the antisemitic Judensau carvings) and loitering in Nazi-occupied areas to put up anti-Nazi graffiti on public buildings (Steve loved exercising the old artistic muscles again.)
13 - after the war, Gabe became a leading light of the Civil Rights Movement in the South. He was once present for one of the Winter Soldier's assassinations in Manhattan, but didn't see who was responsible. (In another universe, where Isaiah Bradley escaped a lot sooner and managed to get to Macon, GA, he and Gabe teamed up to become a sort of Holmes-and-Watson vigilante duo.)
14 - Steve's tactical innovation for the D-Day Landings was to imitate the testudo or shield-wall formation of Roman legions. By standing at the front of one of the LCVPs as it hit the beach, holding a massive piece of steel as a shield, he was able to lead Bucky and the boys (plus 30 others, carrying a second giant shield) safely up the beach, plant the steel-shield, and then retreat to repeat this with each incoming landing craft. This was bastardised in a famous war movie, where Steve McQueen's Captain America simply did an Evel Knievel motorcycle jump over the fortifications to land on the German guns. Everyone is disappointed when Steve has to tell them he never did this. (Bucky keeps telling everyone he did... 🤦‍♀️🙄)
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ginsengkitten · 3 months
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༺ Beautiful Dangerous༻
A slashxreader fanfiction
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Chapter One:
Tower Records
word count: approx.: 2900
☆ Authors Notes ☆
ty for reading. This is mostly a world building intro but I hope y’all like it :) - also I will be including photos and music that inspires or I felt matches each chapter, just for fun. This story takes place in some sort of fictional timeframe of 1984-86 ish when GNR had just started developing/finalizing their OG line up. I know not all the pics and timelines necessarily add up but this literally isn’t real so whatever!
Track list:
You really got me - The Kinks
Green Onions - Booker T. & the M.G.s
Foxey Lady - Jimi Hendrix
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Your parents had shipped you out to your cousins home in the Hollywood Hills every summer since you were 10. The sprawling green hills sprinkled with Tuscan topped mansions upheld to excite you. Simply because there was so much more to be discovered outside of the ritz. This summer was going to be perhaps the best one yet, because now that you were turning 18, Uncle Rob would finally allow you to go down into the city for the first time.
Uncle Rob and Aunt Shena were the most uptight, stick up the ass, pair of individuals to bethrall the hills. You would think with the unceasing access to every pill, herb, and juice in Hollywood from Robs fancy job would have eased them up over the years; their long time neighbor, Dave, was one of the most sought out coke suppliers in the area - or at least that's what your cousin Daisy has told you- and Daisy liked to dramatize occasionally.... Daisy also says that her parents think too much ibuprofen could spell a trip to the confessional at church. This statement however was proven to be true because of the time Aunt Shena almost refused to give you a 50 mg Tylenol the time you had started your period in their guest bedroom.
Needless to say, it was in agreement with your own parents that you'd not be permitted to go down to the city until you were 18. "The city is where the devil preys on gods most vulnerable and precious spirits" Aunt Shena would recite this at least ten times throughout each summer visit, sure to remind you of the evil that lurked in the streets below. Most summer weeks were spent at the house, but it sure beat Indiana summers back home. Mondays were family nights at home, Tuesdays were beach days, Wednesdays were usually home days too but occasionally sailing on the family boat was allotted. You didn't have a boat back home in Indiana. Daddy's money was steady but not BOAT money steady. Plus it was Indiana- where would the sailing even take place? Lake Michigan?
Thursdays, the cinema would have discount movie matinees. If the film had been pre approved through the other moms in Aunt Shenas crochet circle, then she would take you and Daisy to go see it as a treat. Occasionally, Daisy would ask to use the restroom and you both would sneak into another screen room to peek at the other movies you weren't allowed to see, up until you accidentally snuck into a showing of 'The Evil Dead'. Both you and Daisy had nightmares for weeks and her parents couldn't figure out why, and no shot in hell would either of you admit what happened.
Daisy was fun and secretive like that. You appreciated her ability to lie straight to her parents face. Daisy liked to adventure a little bit more than what her parents would allow. Naturally she became versed in the art of bullshitting her parents.
Daisy was almost like a stranger to her parents. It was sad in a way but mostly just impressive. Daisy would steal cigarettes from her dad and stash them in her pencil case and sell them to the other girls in her church group. She also snuck out regularly, mostly to the local park to meet up with boys from school. She was brave. Real brave. She was cool. Real fucking cool. In fact, she was so cool and so brave, that she got the mastermind plan to steal her fathers Pontiac Firebird while he was away on business and Aunt Shena was knocked unconscious from her qualludes. (But god forbid ibuprofen right?).
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"I don't know why I hadn't done this sooner!" Daisy bounced in the drivers seat like a mental patient. The engine cried out aggressively and the whole vehicle roared awake. There’s no way the entire street didn’t hear that. "And you're SURE your mother isn't going to find out? What about your daddy?" You pegged for final assurance from Daisy before becoming an accessory to theft. "Daddy won't ever know. You know why? Cuz' you remember Jeff from my church? He showed me how to roll back the odometer on a car in exchange for...well for never-mind but you don't gotta sweat about a thing Y/N. Now cut the square talk we gotta get to Tower Records before it closes!".
That's another thing Daisy kept secret. Her music. Daisy had a whole stack of vinyl records along with a record player, stashed under her bed. She would purchase raunchy records like Tina Turner and Cheap Trick, and slide them in the back of the more inconspicuous records like Chuck Girard and Bob Dylan. One of Daisy's boyfriends last summer had gifted her an Aerosmith record. Daisy played it for you once and that's how you first learned what rock music was. Some kind of bug bit you then. You itched to hear more, but between the uber cult of Daisy's parents and your own sheltered family back in indiana, who were perpetually trapped in the era of disco music, rock music was hard to come by. Rock music was foreign to you but felt familiar. You'd never felt a craving for sound before hearing it. So when Daisy devised to steal her dads car to go visit Tower Records in the city, you shoved all notion of "evils that lurk below" and the two of you ripped down to the sunset strip.
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It wasn't that you weren't adventurous too. You could be if you wanted to. You were just too busy to be bothered with mischief like Daisy. While you believed yourself to be an open minded individual, it was clear Aunt Shenas repeated affirmations of danger sat in the back of your mind, welling up further and further to the forefront while the lights of the city glittered closer and closer into view.
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"Wow wow wow Y/N...look at it all right? You seein this?" Daisy's eyes glazed over as the neon lights poured over the Pontiac. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Or her. Daisy had only made it down to the city a handful of times but never at night. Each building had its own neon get up signage. Loads of people strolled the night street. It was busy! Your heart pounded in your chest a little bit. Fear and excitement all in one. You couldn't take your eyes off the passing sceneries. You tried to take it all in. Burger joints you had seen a million commercials for bustled with crews of hot rods parked in the parking lots, engines proudly displayed. Beautiful women leaning into the windows of old rusty cars, hung out on the darker corners in big groups for some reason. Was everyone down here revolting against wearing clothes?
"Tower Records baby!" Daisy sang as she pulled into the parking lot. Huh. It wasn't really a tower like the name had suggested. Rather a dingy stand alone strip mall off the corner of the strip. The disappointing reality shocked you back to your more cautious senses. If anyone finds out we're here we're totally busted.
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You stepped out of the car and a wall of hollywoods finest scents burned your nose. The air down here wasn't like the air in the hills. Air can't be so different like that can it? "God I hope they have the new Cyndi Lauper release." Daisy said, pushing into the store door with her back.
The door chirped out a small out of tune "ding!" To notify the staff of the new and completely out of element customers entering. Two scrawny flower fresh girls in inconspicuous uniform-like attire, looking plain and straight as an arrow. The saying "bull in a China shop" but as if curiously reversed "China in a bull shop". Daisy somewhat fit the bill better but you-you did not look hip enough to be in a record store, or the state of California. Even if it was a dingy strip mall. Which made you all the more nervous.
A few other customers sleuthed the aisles, clearly regulars. You tried to stay out of everyone's way while you tried to keep track of Daisy darting into the vinyl labyrinth. You scanned the sea of music. Tracing your fingers along the spines of sleeves. So much rock music! You glanced around to see Daisy already chatting up one of the grungy male employees. Your eyes caught a gorgeous vibrant yellow sleeve and you plucked it out. 'Are you experienced' by Jimi Hendrix.
You'd heard of him you think. Maybe on the news somewhere? He seems like a big rocker name.
You made your way over to the front corner  of the store by the check out where they had open record players where customers could play records and listen to new samples. You held the album in your hands and stared at its dazzling colors. Almost spellbound until;
"Foxey Lady."
The sudden voice snapped you out of your trance and you looked around. Suddenly catching the cashier at the empty register. Did HE say that? To ME? You hesitated to question if he spoke to you. He seemed like the type to cause trouble. Was this a cat call? Is this what cat calling is? One time mother had been cat called in front of a sears and daddy found the man who did it and really gave him a reaming. She warned you about dirty and dangerous men in the streets who call women obscenities for fun. What jerk cat calls a young woman shopping at their own store?
"Excuse me…?" You questioned.
"The record." He pointed to your hands gripping the yellow vinyl.
"Foxey lady. It's the best song on that album." He connected. Your eyes glance back down at the track list and sure enough 'Foxey Lady' was spelled out. Your face suddenly blooms pink in embarrassment as you look back up to him. That's not what you were expecting from this guy.
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He leaned his back against the wall behind the counter. It was impossible to tell if he was looking at you because his eyes were protected from a curtain of thick, pretty dark curls and sunglasses….indoors….at night. His arms crossed coolly. He had an aura of mischief about him. He was almost like a ghost. Dressed in all black leather. You'd never seen someone dressed in only black clothes before. Maybe he was a rocker type too.
"Oh..uh….I'll need to give it a listen then." You replied politely and cordially with a nervous smile, averting his face to hide your obvious embarrassment. You became slightly flustered. He didn't drop his attention towards you. You start to fiddle with the record, somehow losing your sense of coordination because you were being watched. Suddenly the record isn't lining up correctly. The lid almost clamps on your hand but something catches it and spares your fingers. You look up again and he's now in front of you, acting like some sort of hero. An intense mixture of tobacco, rubbing alcohol and an almost sweet musk surrounds you. You now see that he is in fact looking at you. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. Stunned, embarrassed and confused at how he managed to sneak his way over to you so quickly. "Here, I'll play it for you." His lips curl up slightly into an almost sickeningly lovely smirk. He places his hand upon yours and kindly removes it out of the way. You step aside and allow him to continue, still stunned and nervous.
Not only had your heart already been on high alert from the firebird thievery, a guy was now in your direct personal space. A potentially dangerous guy. Well no- he wasn't cat calling you after all right? And he just helped you and? He is sort of nicer than you expected. He just seems so...cool?
All up in your personal space. It wasn't like you were a prude! You'd kissed a boy before! Even held hands too. Granted the kiss was on the cheek. But this guy just kind of....took over. His presence was so laid back and yet demanded the attention of the room. It was hard not to want to stare back at him. You wanted to better analyze this predator/prey situation here. If he's so dangerous, why is he being so kind? It took one glance at him up close and you were starting to call bullshit on Aunt Shena's precautions altogether. You'd been in the city for almost an hour and remained entirely unscathed.
Your hand still felt electric from his touch. His eyes only briefly detaching from you to put the record on.
A funky rock ensemble flowed out of the record. The same type of musical pleasure you had heard from the Aerosmith record, revisited your body. A rougher, harder groove than what's on the radio. It was melodic and fierce. The guy redirected himself to you once more. Watching you for your reaction to the song. You nervously nod your head to the beat, meeting his gaze. Once you connect sights, your stomach jumps in a swirl. Butterflies soar in circles inside you. This oddly intimate interaction but you couldn't seem to pull away. Almost spellbound yet again but for an entirely different feeling.
He began mouthing the lyrics, still staring back at you over a sea of tension thick air.
'You know you're a cute little heartbreaker'
Your face is rushing hot. It was almost like he was intentionally singing these words to you.
'And you know you're a sweet little love maker'
He smirked at this one. You turned now what you must have assumed was red with embarrassment. You break your gaze and look down at your shoes and then glance around the shop to locate Daisy. The shop was mainly now empty as the night had grown in. Daisy could still be found giggling away with another boy in the far end of the store. Your heart fluttered rapidly. You suddenly feel the air in front of you grow warmer. Looking back he had stepped closer to you and space between you had shrunk. He continues.
'I wanna take you home-
I won't do you no harm'
He held a smug look on his face as his lips mouthed these totally obscene lyrics to you. Like he knew it was not something you'd ever heard before. Your naïve shock seemed to entertain him.
'You got to be all mine, all mine'
Ooh Foxey Lady.'
"You dig it?" He asked still holding a smirk. "Definitely" You admit all too quickly. He give a slight breathy chuckle. Your sure answer when you had seemed so unsure about everything else til then was cute to him. A gal who was on board for rock n roll was nothing but perfection to him. But you didn't look the part, and that amused him. Your light floral scent drifted sweetly around him, he was unable to ignore you as soon as you had walked in and he had watched your every move. A nervous animal. Timid and clearly not someone he had seen in before. The girls that normally perused Tower Records were hot but they were rough around the edges. You- you were something sweet…something different altogether he thought. You were like a breath of fresh air to him. What's that saying...opposites attract?
"You like it so much you can have it." He said, his voice a lower octave.
"Oh well I was thinking of buying something el-" you started to politely object.
"No. " he laughs at your oblivion. "Just take it. It's yours." He pushes it into your hands. You're a little in shock once more just at the thought of stealing? Twice in one night? You really like the record and you would love to own it...but. You look around nervously.
"Here Foxey, All you." He firmly asserts it into your grasp, lets go and begins to walk back behind his counter.
"Y-you could get into trouble for this you know." You point out with concern for this kind stranger. He waves you off with his hand. "we're closing miss, you'll have to get." busying himself in false cashiering practices he had probably never paid attention to until now. Daisy meets you mid store. She hardly notices the record in your hands or the insane cashier who just let you steal from his store. "I've just met the cutest boy, Y/N! And he’s in his own band! I'll tell you on the way back. “ She giggled. “Let's get sodas maybe too if some where's open." Daisy ushered you to the door, blind in her own personal thrills to notice you looking back over your shoulder to meet the gaze of the cashier once more, who to your delight had removed his sunglasses, already staring back at you, watching you leave. He gave you another sly smile and you returned one of your own, forming some sort of mutual pact of this secret.
Why did he think you would keep this a secret? Why did he trust you like that? You were going to after all, but how did he know?
Doesn’t he care about getting in to trouble?
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Olivia Colman attends a special screening of "Wicked Little Letters" at The Ritz Cinema on March 18, 2024 in Sydney, Australia
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༺ Beautiful Dangerous༻
A slashxreader fanfiction
༺☆༻
Chapter One:
Tower Records
word count: approx.: 2900
☆ Authors Notes ☆
ty for reading. This is mostly a world building intro but I hope y’all like it :) - also I will be including photos and music that inspires or I felt matches each chapter, just for fun. This story takes place in some sort of fictional timeframe of 1984-85 ish when GNR had just started developing/finalizing their OG line up. I know not all the pics and timelines necessarily add up but this literally isn’t real so whatever!
Track list:
You really got me - The Kinks
Green Onions - Booker T. & the M.G.s
Foxey Lady - Jimi Hendrix
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Your parents had shipped you out to your cousins home in the Hollywood Hills every summer since you were 10. The sprawling green hills sprinkled with Tuscan topped mansions upheld to excite you. Simply because there was so much more to be discovered outside of the ritz. This summer was going to be perhaps the best one yet, because now that you were turning 18, Uncle Rob would finally allow you to go down into the city for the first time.
Uncle Rob and Aunt Shena were the most uptight, stick up the ass, pair of individuals to bethrall the hills. You would think with the unceasing access to every pill, herb, and juice in Hollywood from Robs fancy job would have eased them up over the years; their long time neighbor, Dave, was one of the most sought out coke suppliers in the area - or at least that's what your cousin Daisy has told you- and Daisy liked to dramatize occasionally.... Daisy also says that her parents think too much ibuprofen could spell a trip to the confessional at church. This statement however was proven to be true because of the time Aunt Shena almost refused to give you a 50 mg Tylenol the time you had started your period in their guest bedroom.
Needless to say, it was in agreement with your own parents that you'd not be permitted to go down to the city until you were 18. "The city is where the devil preys on gods most vulnerable and precious spirits" Aunt Shena would recite this at least ten times throughout each summer visit, sure to remind you of the evil that lurked in the streets below. Most summer weeks were spent at the house, but it sure beat Indiana summers back home. Mondays were family nights at home, Tuesdays were beach days, Wednesdays were usually home days too but occasionally sailing on the family boat was allotted. You didn't have a boat back home in Indiana. Daddy's money was steady but not BOAT money steady. Plus it was Indiana- where would the sailing even take place? Lake Michigan?
Thursdays, the cinema would have discount movie matinees. If the film had been pre approved through the other moms in Aunt Shenas crochet circle, then she would take you and Daisy to go see it as a treat. Occasionally, Daisy would ask to use the restroom and you both would sneak into another screen room to peek at the other movies you weren't allowed to see, up until you accidentally snuck into a showing of 'The Evil Dead'. Both you and Daisy had nightmares for weeks and her parents couldn't figure out why, and no shot in hell would either of you admit what happened.
Daisy was fun and secretive like that. You appreciated her ability to lie straight to her parents face. Daisy liked to adventure a little bit more than what her parents would allow. Naturally she became versed in the art of bullshitting her parents.
Daisy was almost like a stranger to her parents. It was sad in a way but mostly just impressive. Daisy would steal cigarettes from her dad and stash them in her pencil case and sell them to the other girls in her church group. She also snuck out regularly, mostly to the local park to meet up with boys from school. She was brave. Real brave. She was cool. Real fucking cool. In fact, she was so cool and so brave, that she got the mastermind plan to steal her fathers Pontiac Firebird while he was away on business and Aunt Shena was knocked unconscious from her qualludes. (But god forbid ibuprofen right?).
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"I don't know why I hadn't done this sooner!" Daisy bounced in the drivers seat like a mental patient. The engine cried out aggressively and the whole vehicle roared awake. There’s no way the entire street didn’t hear that. "And you're SURE your mother isn't going to find out? What about your daddy?" You pegged for final assurance from Daisy before becoming an accessory to theft. "Daddy won't ever know. You know why? Cuz' you remember Jeff from my church? He showed me how to roll back the odometer on a car in exchange for...well for never-mind but you don't gotta sweat about a thing Y/N. Now cut the square talk we gotta get to Tower Records before it closes!".
That's another thing Daisy kept secret. Her music. Daisy had a whole stack of vinyl records along with a record player, stashed under her bed. She would purchase raunchy records like Tina Turner and Cheap Trick, and slide them in the back of the more inconspicuous records like Chuck Girard and Bob Dylan. One of Daisy's boyfriends last summer had gifted her an Aerosmith record. Daisy played it for you once and that's how you first learned what rock music was. Some kind of bug bit you then. You itched to hear more, but between the uber cult of Daisy's parents and your own sheltered family back in indiana, who were perpetually trapped in the era of disco music, rock music was hard to come by. Rock music was foreign to you but felt familiar. You'd never felt a craving for sound before hearing it. So when Daisy devised to steal her dads car to go visit Tower Records in the city, you shoved all notion of "evils that lurk below" and the two of you ripped down to the sunset strip.
-
It wasn't that you weren't adventurous too. You could be if you wanted to. You were just too busy to be bothered with mischief like Daisy. While you believed yourself to be an open minded individual, it was clear Aunt Shenas repeated affirmations of danger sat in the back of your mind, welling up further and further to the forefront while the lights of the city glittered closer and closer into view.
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"Wow wow wow Y/N...look at it all right? You seein this?" Daisy's eyes glazed over as the neon lights poured over the Pontiac. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Or her. Daisy had only made it down to the city a handful of times but never at night. Each building had its own neon get up signage. Loads of people strolled the night street. It was busy! Your heart pounded in your chest a little bit. Fear and excitement all in one. You couldn't take your eyes off the passing sceneries. You tried to take it all in. Burger joints you had seen a million commercials for bustled with crews of hot rods parked in the parking lots, engines proudly displayed. Beautiful women leaning into the windows of old rusty cars, hung out on the darker corners in big groups for some reason. Was everyone down here revolting against wearing clothes?
"Tower Records baby!" Daisy sang as she pulled into the parking lot. Huh. It wasn't really a tower like the name had suggested. Rather a dingy stand alone strip mall off the corner of the strip. The disappointing reality shocked you back to your more cautious senses. If anyone finds out we're here we're totally busted.
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You stepped out of the car and a wall of hollywoods finest scents burned your nose. The air down here wasn't like the air in the hills. Air can't be so different like that can it? "God I hope they have the new Cyndi Lauper release." Daisy said, pushing into the store door with her back.
The door chirped out a small out of tune "ding!" To notify the staff of the new and completely out of element customers entering. Two scrawny flower fresh girls in inconspicuous uniform-like attire, looking plain and straight as an arrow. The saying "bull in a China shop" but as if curiously reversed "China in a bull shop". Daisy somewhat fit the bill better but you-you did not look hip enough to be in a record store, or the state of California. Even if it was a dingy strip mall. Which made you all the more nervous.
A few other customers sleuthed the aisles, clearly regulars. You tried to stay out of everyone's way while you tried to keep track of Daisy darting into the vinyl labyrinth. You scanned the sea of music. Tracing your fingers along the spines of sleeves. So much rock music! You glanced around to see Daisy already chatting up one of the grungy male employees. Your eyes caught a gorgeous vibrant yellow sleeve and you plucked it out. 'Are you experienced' by Jimi Hendrix.
You'd heard of him you think. Maybe on the news somewhere? He seems like a big rocker name.
You made your way over to the front corner  of the store by the check out where they had open record players where customers could play records and listen to new samples. You held the album in your hands and stared at its dazzling colors. Almost spellbound until;
"Foxey Lady."
The sudden voice snapped you out of your trance and you looked around. Suddenly catching the cashier at the empty register. Did HE say that? To ME? You hesitated to question if he spoke to you. He seemed like the type to cause trouble. Was this a cat call? Is this what cat calling is? One time mother had been cat called in front of a sears and daddy found the man who did it and really gave him a reaming. She warned you about dirty and dangerous men in the streets who call women obscenities for fun. What jerk cat calls a young woman shopping at their own store?
"Excuse me…?" You questioned.
"The record." He pointed to your hands gripping the yellow vinyl.
"Foxey lady. It's the best song on that album." He connected. Your eyes glance back down at the track list and sure enough 'Foxey Lady' was spelled out. Your face suddenly blooms pink in embarrassment as you look back up to him. That's not what you were expecting from this guy.
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He leaned his back against the wall behind the counter. It was impossible to tell if he was looking at you because his eyes were protected from a curtain of thick, pretty dark curls and sunglasses….indoors….at night. His arms crossed coolly. He had an aura of mischief about him. He was almost like a ghost. Dressed in all black leather. You'd never seen someone dressed in only black clothes before. Maybe he was a rocker type too.
"Oh..uh….I'll need to give it a listen then." You replied politely and cordially with a nervous smile, averting his face to hide your obvious embarrassment. You became slightly flustered. He didn't drop his attention towards you. You start to fiddle with the record, somehow losing your sense of coordination because you were being watched. Suddenly the record isn't lining up correctly. The lid almost clamps on your hand but something catches it and spares your fingers. You look up again and he's now in front of you, acting like some sort of hero. An intense mixture of tobacco, rubbing alcohol and an almost sweet musk surrounds you. You now see that he is in fact looking at you. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. Stunned, embarrassed and confused at how he managed to sneak his way over to you so quickly. "Here, I'll play it for you." His lips curl up slightly into an almost sickeningly lovely smirk. He places his hand upon yours and kindly removes it out of the way. You step aside and allow him to continue, still stunned and nervous.
Not only had your heart already been on high alert from the firebird thievery, a guy was now in your direct personal space. A potentially dangerous guy. Well no- he wasn't cat calling you after all right? And he just helped you and? He is sort of nicer than you expected. He just seems so...cool?
All up in your personal space. It wasn't like you were a prude! You'd kissed a boy before! Even held hands too. Granted the kiss was on the cheek. But this guy just kind of....took over. His presence was so laid back and yet demanded the attention of the room. It was hard not to want to stare back at him. You wanted to better analyze this predator/prey situation here. If he's so dangerous, why is he being so kind? It took one glance at him up close and you were starting to call bullshit on Aunt Shena's precautions altogether. You'd been in the city for almost an hour and remained entirely unscathed.
Your hand still felt electric from his touch. His eyes only briefly detaching from you to put the record on.
A funky rock ensemble flowed out of the record. The same type of musical pleasure you had heard from the Aerosmith record, revisited your body. A rougher, harder groove than what's on the radio. It was melodic and fierce. The guy redirected himself to you once more. Watching you for your reaction to the song. You nervously nod your head to the beat, meeting his gaze. Once you connect sights, your stomach jumps in a swirl. Butterflies soar in circles inside you. This oddly intimate interaction but you couldn't seem to pull away. Almost spellbound yet again but for an entirely different feeling.
He began mouthing the lyrics, still staring back at you over a sea of tension thick air.
'You know you're a cute little heartbreaker'
Your face is rushing hot. It was almost like he was intentionally singing these words to you.
'And you know you're a sweet little love maker'
He smirked at this one. You turned now what you must have assumed was red with embarrassment. You break your gaze and look down at your shoes and then glance around the shop to locate Daisy. The shop was mainly now empty as the night had grown in. Daisy could still be found giggling away with another boy in the far end of the store. Your heart fluttered rapidly. You suddenly feel the air in front of you grow warmer. Looking back he had stepped closer to you and space between you had shrunk. He continues.
'I wanna take you home-
I won't do you no harm'
He held a smug look on his face as his lips mouthed these totally obscene lyrics to you. Like he knew it was not something you'd ever heard before. Your naïve shock seemed to entertain him.
'You got to be all mine, all mine'
Ooh Foxey Lady.'
"You dig it?" He asked still holding a smirk. "Definitely" You admit all too quickly. He give a slight breathy chuckle. Your sure answer when you had seemed so unsure about everything else til then was cute to him. A gal who was on board for rock n roll was nothing but perfection to him. But you didn't look the part, and that amused him. Your light floral scent drifted sweetly around him, he was unable to ignore you as soon as you had walked in and he had watched your every move. A nervous animal. Timid and clearly not someone he had seen in before. The girls that normally perused Tower Records were hot but they were rough around the edges. You- you were something sweet…something different altogether he thought. You were like a breath of fresh air to him. What's that saying...opposites attract?
"You like it so much you can have it." He said, his voice a lower octave.
"Oh well I was thinking of buying something el-" you started to politely object.
"No. " he laughs at your oblivion. "Just take it. It's yours." He pushes it into your hands. You're a little in shock once more just at the thought of stealing? Twice in one night? You really like the record and you would love to own it...but. You look around nervously.
"Here Foxey, All you." He firmly asserts it into your grasp, lets go and begins to walk back behind his counter.
"Y-you could get into trouble for this you know." You point out with concern for this kind stranger. He waves you off with his hand. "we're closing miss, you'll have to get." busying himself in false cashiering practices he had probably never paid attention to until now. Daisy meets you mid store. She hardly notices the record in your hands or the insane cashier who just let you steal from his store. "I've just met the cutest boy, Y/N! And he’s in his own band! I'll tell you on the way back. “ She giggled. “Let's get sodas maybe too if some where's open." Daisy ushered you to the door, blind in her own personal thrills to notice you looking back over your shoulder to meet the gaze of the cashier once more, who to your delight had removed his sunglasses, already staring back at you, watching you leave. He gave you another sly smile and you returned one of your own, forming some sort of mutual pact of this secret.
Why did he think you would keep this a secret? Why did he trust you like that? You were going to after all, but how did he know?
Doesn’t he care about getting in to trouble?
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Davidwache Police Station | Painting by Klaus Voormann Prior to being deported, Paul McCartney spends a night in the Davidwache police station.
In the meantime, the final four could start playing [at the Top Ten club] now, and move themselves into the bunk-bed accommodation at the top of the building.c Tony Sheridan was already here, possibly others too, and the Beatles were welcome to shoehorn themselves in. It was neither the Ritz nor the pits. John was the first to move. Then Paul and Pete went back to the Bambi to grab their gear.
The place was in near darkness, as usual. They had to strike a match to see their way about … and then they decided to leave Koschmider a little gift. Pete had a few “spunk bags,” and he and Paul had the idea to hang them on nails in the wall in the long concrete passageway and set light to them. “The place was dank and dark,” says Pete. “They spluttered, they stank, and OK, maybe they singed a tiny bit of tapestry on the wall. It caused nothing but a little smoke and a few scorch marks and then they went out.”41 It was the ultimate fuck you, Bruno, or so they thought.
They got to play one night in the Top Ten, and it seems to have been a good one, pulling business away from the Kaiserkeller, but it was just this one night. Having been shafted once by Eckhorn, when he’d prized away the Jets and Tony Sheridan from the Kaiserkeller, Koschmider wasn’t going to sit back and let it happen again. He might also have guessed the Beatles would make some grand gesture for his “benefit”—they could even have hinted of it—because an inspection was made of the Bambi’s rooms very quickly. When the stinkende qualmende Piedeltüten were found, he decided to form the view it was an attempt to burn down his cinema, and informed the police.
The chronology of events over the next twenty-four hours is rife with confusion and contradiction, but may have gone something like this. Paul was picked up by the police while walking along the Reeperbahn, taken by car to the Davidwache police station (two hundred meters from the Top Ten) and locked in a cell. Pete and John were also arrested. Koschmider didn’t know which of them was responsible for the “attempted arson,” so the Polizei rounded them all up. As Stuart wrote in a letter back to Liverpool a few days later:
I am living in the lap of luxury and contentment. Better than the cell I spent a night in last week. I was innocent this time though accused of arson—that is, setting fire to the Kino (cinema) where we sleep. I arrive at the club and am informed that the whole of Hamburg Police are looking for me. The rest of the band are already locked up, so smiling and very brave on the arm of Astrid, I proceed to give myself up. At this time I’m not aware of the charge. All my belongings, including spectacles, are taken away and I’m led to a cell where without food or drink I sat for six hours on a very wooden bench, the door shut very tight. I fall asleep at two in the morning. I signed a confession written in Deutsch that I knew nothing about a fire, and they let me go.42
John was also allowed to go. It was now clear who’d done the dirty deed, and for them the ordeal continued; Paul would always remember the little one-way peephole in the door of their detention room, through which he sensed they were watched. It seems he and Pete were then allowed to leave, but a few hours later—early the following morning—they were dragged out of their Top Ten bunk beds and interviewed a second time. Pete suggests they were taken to Hamburg’s main prison at Fühlsbuttel, Paul remembers it being “the Rathaus … it doesn’t mean rat house, it just felt like one.” They were interviewed by an official of the Bundeskriminalamt (Federal CID), one Herr Gerkins, and it was definitely inadvisable to snigger. Instead, they requested permission to contact the British Embassy, like people did in the films, and were refused; then they were taken for a car ride. “We tried our best to persuade him it was nothing,” Paul says, “and he said, ‘OK fine, well you go with these men.’ And that was the last we knew of it. We just headed out with these couple of coppers. And we were getting a bit ‘Oh dear, this could be the concentration camps’—you never know. It hadn’t been that long [since the war].”43
Criminal charges were not pressed, but Koschmider, inevitably, had the last laugh. It wasn’t a camp to which Paul and Pete were being taken, but the airport—and in handcuffs, according to Stuart. They were being deported, and banned from reentering Germany unless they lodged an appeal within a month. Auf Wiedersehen, Piedels! Handed their passports at the gate, they were put on the London plane, set to fly for the first time in their lives. It then got even tastier for Koschmider because Eckhorn was billed for at least part of the cost of the plane tickets. Bruno must have been rubbing his hands with joy.
—Tune In, Ch. 17 (Oct 1–Dec 31, 1960)
Sources: 41 Author interview, March 7, 1985. Pete says (Beatle!, p72) there were four rubbers and always speaks of them in plural, Paul speaks of one. 42 December 12, 1960, sent to Ken Horton. This letter provides the only suggestion that John was arrested in the roundup; he’s not mentioned in other accounts. 43 Interview by Paul Gambaccini, Rolling Stone, June 12, 1979. Rathaus means “city hall.” Instead of the main prison at Fühlsbuttel, it’s more likely Paul and Pete were taken to the remand prison near St. Pauli called Untersuchungsgefängnis (easier done than said).
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SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA - OCTOBER 10: Timothee Chalamet attends the Australian premiere of THE KING at Ritz Cinema on October 10, 2019 in Sydney, Australia. (Photo by Don Arnold/WireImage)
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QUEER MTL : quoi faire en mai 2024 // QUEER MTL THINGS TO DO: May 2024
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With May, we welcome the full blossoms of spring, and MTL’s queer scene ramps up! This month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!
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🎥 Cinema 👑 Drag 🥳 Parties 🎶 Concert ✊ Activism 🏳️‍⚧️ Trans 🏳️‍🌈 Community 😆 Comedy 🎭 Performance 💪 Sports and Dance 👯‍♀️ Dance 🎤 Karaoke 🎨 Arts 📚 Literary / Educational 👠 Ballroom / Vogue
Mercredi 1 mai / Wednesday, May 1
👑 RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 16 finalist Sapphire Cristal, Cabaret Mado 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Fast Tales, storytelling comedy show with Alo Azimov, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Broad City’s Ilana Glazer, L’Olympia 🎨 Drink & Draw by @Hommehomo, Bar Le Cocktail
Jeudi 2 mai / Thursday, May 2
🎶 Montréal’s Trans Masc Choir / Chorale, Quai des Brumes 📚 Book launch: Here & Now, Volume II: An Anthology of Queer Italian-Canadian Writers, Librarie n'était-ce pas l'été. 👑 Cabaret Mado celebrates its 22nd Anniversary of drag in Montréal’s Village!, Cabaret Mado 👑 Finale MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail
Vendredi 3 mai / Friday, May 3
🎶 Wake Island & Radwan Ghazi Moumneh: خُلق/هُجر | Born to Leave, Centre Phi 🥳 Lez Spread the Word hosts Get Together LSTW, L’idéal bar & contenus 🥳 High Heels Prohibited celebrates 14 years of events Nymra & Sofisticated, Le Salon Daomé 🥳 Super Taste MTL presents What’s My Age Again? Pop Punk & Emo Dance Party, Cabaret Berlin 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Pétula Claque, Jimmy Moore and Peggy Sue, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Samedi 4 mai / Saturday, May 4
🎶 Veda Hille with Woodpigeon and Justin Karas, MAI/SON 🏳️‍🌈 Jhalak Montréal presents the Desi Queer Social—Watch Party & Board Game Night, 2100 Guy Street 🏳️‍🌈 The MEM—Centre des mémoires montréalaises hosts exChange Intergenerational Dialogue & Artmaking Event, MEM 💪 Montréal Roller Derby hosts Yellow vs Blue—Home Team Showdown, Arena St-Louis 🏳️‍🌈 The Festival JOUISSIF featuring inclusive erotic arts features an exposition, market, ateliers, performances and more, Bain Mathieu 🏳️‍🌈 Giant Thrift Store, Kapara Vintage 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Super Taste MTL presents ABBA and Friends Dance Party!, Bar Le Ritz PDB 👑 May the 4th Be With You Star Wars themed drag show with Woody Fungi, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🥳 Tropiloco with Rizof, DJ Peignoir, Pio Bandgi, Arielle Roberge, Kanatonik, Leroy and Michael Jesus, 750 rue Mistral 👑 Soirée Queer SLAYspace with Démone LaStrange, L’Espace Public—Brasseurs de quartier 👑 Jimmy Moore personifies Britney Spears, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Pétula Claque, Jimmy Moore and Peggy Sue, Cabaret Mado 👑 The Butterfly Effect with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Dimanche 5 mai / Sunday, May 5
🏳️‍🌈 The Festival JOUISSIF featuring inclusive erotic arts features an exposition, market, ateliers, performances and more, Bain Mathieu 🏳️‍🌈 Giant Thrift Store, Kapara Vintage 🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Kelly Torrieli, Kitana, Bobépine and Pétula Claque, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Lundi 6 mai / Monday, May 6
👑 C’est ma Toune! : Karaoke Edition with Jessie, Bobépine and Peggy Sue, Cabaret Mado 
Mardi 7 mai / Tuesday, May 7
👑 Cirque de Teddy Boop House of Shade with Woody Fungi, Teddy Boop, Lady MonRose, Lulu Shade, Sarah Winters and Fahad Madi, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal
Mercredi 8 mai / Wednesday, May 8
🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 The Poly Showcase Queer Comedy Night with Eve Parker Finley, Andrew Khoury, Elie Gill, Sarah Boivin, Ali Azimov and Guillaume Pras, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 Trashilaz with Jessie Précieuse, Lady Boom Boom, Yannick Rockstor and a Surprise Guest, Cabaret Mado
Jeudi 9 mai / Thursday, May 9
🎥 Cinéma Moderne hosts queer filmmaker Léuli Eshrāghi for Siapo viliata o le atumotu, featuring screenings of their video works and a conversation with Nayla Naoufal, Cinéma Moderne 🏳️‍🌈 Press Start Youth Coop hosts Penser Globalement, Agir Localement—Think Globally, Act Locally!, Bâtiment 7 👑 Sami Landri presents Le Sami Party, Cabaret Mado 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail 
Vendredi 10 mai / Friday, May 10
📚 Book launch: The Caravaggio Syndrome by Alessandro Giardino, in conversation with Christopher DiRaddo, Librairie n’était-ce pas l’été 🥳 Queen & Queer present Queen & Queer Dance Party Satosphère with DJs Nymra & Sofisticated, Beatrix and DJ Sam, and VJs Delta and VJ BunBun, Société des arts technologiques [SAT] 🥳 Cerise Noire goth night with Laura Krieg and Bad Faith Actor, Bar NDQ 😆 Le Roast Show : Old School versus la Relève with Virginie Courtiol and Kathy-Ann Giguère, Bar le Jockey 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Celes, Erica, Nana and Dallas Dubois, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Samedi 11 mai / Saturday, May 11
📚 The Violet Hour Book Club reads RM Vaughan’s Pervatory, Archives gaies du Québec 🥳 Blush presents Graduates Cabaret featuring student performers and NGL Flounce and Somebody3lse and go-go dancers all night, WIP 🥳 Private Loft Party with DJ Groove and DJ Sir-D, 370 rue Guy 🎭 Hot Moms & Kings: A Burlesque Fundraiser with Salty Margarita, Madrose, Jim Jewels, Jaqq Strapp, Clara Develours, Kate Pearl, Dark Felina, Classy Clare and Woody Fungy, Bar Le Cocktail 🎭 Asian Burlesque Festival—Montréal Edition with Big Daddy, Minx Arcana and many more, Le National 👑 Jimmy Moore presents Madonna: The Celebration Tour, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Celes, Erica, Nana and Dallas Dubois, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Dimanche 12 mai / Sunday, May 12
💪 Montréal Roller Derby presents a Free Outdoor Roller Derby Game, Esplanade Tranquille 👑 Afternoon Drag Cafe with Itsh and Timothy Toxic, L’Orbite 🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Aizysse Baga, Kiara and Marla Deer, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Lundi 13 mai / Monday, May 13
📚 The Board of Kola Writers presents Lectures Logos Readings with Maguy Métellus, H. Nigel Thomas and an open mic, 2741 Notre-Dame West 👑 The Tortured Poets Department Drag Show: Karma with Taylor DeVil, EmmÖtional Damage, Esirena and Lana Dalida, Cabaret Mado 
Mardi 14 mai / Tuesday, May 14
👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal
Mercredi 15 mai / Wednesday, May 15
😆 Admiring Librarians Fundraiser Telethon Show with Raquel Maestre, Elspeth Wright, Lucy Gervais, Andrew Khoury, Ray Resvick, Mariam Khan, Merry Kringles, Carmina Berbari, Melissa Gi, Jonathan Burrello, Leslie Simpliciano-Szigeti, Andria Learmonth, Abby Stonehouse, Guillaume Pras, Belén Arenas, Becca Redden, Maya Kanitkar, Jason Houle, Dan Pearse, Tony McIntyre, Lauren Mallory, Elie Gill and Sadie Moland, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🏳️‍🌈 PRISE II, Ressource alternative en santé mentale and Regroupement des ressources alternatives en santé mentale du Québec host Communauté LGBTQ+ et santé mentale, 10794 rue Lajeunesse  👑 Mercredi Drag Live with Jessie Précieuse, Victoire de Rockwell, Lady Guidoune, Johnny Jones and more, Cabaret Mado 
Jeudi 16 mai / Thursday, May 16
👑 Burger Queen Supper & Show with Eva Moist and Moh Dafok, Notre Boeuf de Grâce 👑 Sashalicious celebrates 15 years of drag by Sasha Baga with Lady Boom Boom, Aizysse Baga, Zaire Schatzi and surprise guests, Cabaret Mado  👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail
Vendredi 17 mai / Friday, May 17
🥳 Discoño with Nina Sky, Samia, Empress, Niabi b2b Ms Baby [duppy grlz], Théâtre Fairmount 🥳 Psychedelic Babylon presents Roots of Consciousness with Tristan (UK), Le Sainte-Catherine Hall 🎤 Soirée karaoké—spécial artistes queer, La Tétro 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Sasha Baga, Carmen Sutra, Miss Fountain, Nana and Zara Schatzi, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou presents Pants Free Night (although dress code participation is not obligatory) with karaoke and performances, Bar Le Cocktail
Samedi 18 mai / Saturday, May 18
🎶 Cindy Lee with Freak Heat Waves and Tutz, La Sala Rossa 🥳 Super Taste MTL presents Céline Dion Dance Party—Céline, J'irai où tu iras!, Bar Le Ritz PDB 🥳 District Events presents Rise with Rosabel, Club Soda 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Sasha Baga, Carmen Sutra, Miss Fountain, Nana and Zara Schatzi, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Dimanche 19 mai / Sunday, May 19
🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Sasha Baga, Gina Gates and Pétula Claque, Cabaret Mado 👑 Les succès oubliés : Best of with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Lundi 20 mai / Monday, May 20
👑 Crystal Starz presents Celine Dion: Taking Chances, Cabaret Mado
Mardi 21 mai / Tuesday, May 21
🥳 The L Nights celebrates 9 years of 2SLGBTQIA+ inclusive ladies nights, Riverside St-Henri 🎶 Buck Meek of Big Thief with Jolie Holland and Bells Larsen, Théâtre Fairmount 🏳️‍🌈 Club de lecture queer presents a discussion on Camilla Gibb’s De proches parents, Bibliothèque Saint-Charles 👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal
Mercredi 22 mai / Wednesday, May 22
🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 The Politics Show with Elie Gill, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 👑 RuPaul’s Drag Race All-Star Derrick Barry, Cabaret Mado 
Jeudi 23 mai / Thursday, May 23
🏳️‍🌈 Press Start Youth Coop hosts Penser Globalement, Agir Localement—Think Globally, Act Locally!, Bâtiment 7 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 👑 Krystella Fame presents Girls’ Night Out : En français svp, Cabaret Mado 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail
Vendredi 24 mai / Friday, May 24
🎶 Fuego Fuego: The Downtown Rumba official pre-party with Jetlag, Oka Bel’Oka (DJ), Pedrolito (DJ) and Eva Soriano, Le Studio TD 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Tracy Trash, Adriana the Bombshell, Nana and Krystella Fame, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Samedi 25 mai / Saturday, May 25
🎶 Fuego Fuego festival with Maluma, Olympic Park 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 👑 Jimmy Moore personifies Taylor Swift, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Tracy Trash, Adriana the Bombshell, Nana and Krystella Fame, Cabaret Mado  👑 Érica et ses divas with Chibouki and Lady ZaZa, Bar Le Cocktail  👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Dimanche 26 mai / Sunday, May 26
🏳️‍🌈 Queer Community Clothing Swap, Parc La Fontaine 🎶 Fuego Fuego festival with Rauw Alejandro, Olympic Park 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash, Celes, Velma Jones and Marla Deer, Cabaret Mado 👑 Bonne fête Emma Déjà-Vu, Bar Le Cocktail
Mardi 28 mai / Tuesday, May 28
🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 🎭 FTA presents Nadia Beugré’s Prophétique (on est déjà né.es), an exploration of trans and queer identity, Monument National, Salle Ludger-Duvernay 👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal
Mercredi 29 mai / Wednesday, May 29
🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 The Dope Show with Raquel Maestre, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 🎭 FTA presents Nadia Beugré’s Prophétique (on est déjà né.es), an exploration of trans and queer identity, Monument National, Salle Ludger-Duvernay 👑 Our favourite TV foursome returns to the stage with Les Golden Girls with Tracy Trash, Velma Jones, Marla Deer and Prudence, Cabaret Mado 
Jeudi 30 mai / Thursday, May 30
🎭 Lust Cove presents Fuck Borders, an immigration fundraiser for Mina Minou with Kaya Koko, Malinka Molotov, Minx Arcana, Freya Moon, Irony, Yaya Havana, Phoenix Inana and Diyosa Haliya, Café Cléopatra 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 🎭 FTA presents Nadia Beugré’s Prophétique (on est déjà né.es), an exploration of trans and queer identity, Monument National, Salle Ludger-Duvernay 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail
Vendredi 31 mai / Friday, May 31
🎶 Camera Obscura with Photo Ops, Théâtre Fairmount 🎭 The Festival TransAmériques (FTA) presents dance and theatre at various venues, all details available on their website 🥳 Super Taste MTL presents 90s Dance Party Plastic is Fantastic Edition, Cabaret Berlin 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Gisèle Lullaby, Marla Deer, Nana and Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
OTHERS / LES AUTRES
🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud.
👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact [email protected] or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts.
🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play. 
🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!
🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!
🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.
👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.
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25.03.24
Aldershot developments. Part 3.
Pictures of the car park, former Empire & Ritz cinemas and Galleries front.
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23 Oct 2023
I don't really have a theme this week. I guess I went for extreme tonal whiplash bookended by songs about nostalgia. Also there is a very horny sapphic song on here. Anyway.
This week’s playlist:
Remember by Cinema Stare
Far Cry from the Ritz by Elle Lexxa
Rebel by Pep Squad
Daydream In Blue by I Monster
Born Leader by Coach Party
Skeleton by Set It Off
Rockstar by Momma
Alphas by Dope Saint Jude
AFTER THERAPY (feat. Hot Mulligan) by NOAHFINNCE
Timesick by Goodnight Sunrise
Lunar Rotation Weekly by Winifred Yost
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"30 Of The World’s Most Famous Stars Paid Homage To The Roaring Twenties For British Vogue’s 2023 Hollywood Portfolio"
By VOGUE, 6 January 2023.
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"As another awards season approaches, the movie giants gracing cinema share their successes, on-set memories and secrets. Photographs by Greg Williams. Styling by Dena Giannini..."
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Eddie Redmayne
The Good Nurse
What has been your most embarrassing moment on set?
In the Fantastic Beasts movie, doing the Erumpent mating dance. It was humiliating anyway, but I managed to rip my trousers. My arse was on show for everyone to see on a night shoot in the middle of Watford.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve had?
What Chekhov wrote to his actress wife, Olga Knipper: “Take life step by step, slowly, slowly, pace by pace, and leave the competition to others.”
What was your first “I’ve made it” moment?
After Birdsong came out, I was on a rammed commuter escalator, and suddenly someone just shouted, “Eddie Redmayne!” Nobody knew who that was, but because this guy was just shouting and pointing, everyone turned and looked. 
Have you ever stolen anything from set?
After The Theory of Everything, I stole the clicker that Stephen Hawking [had] – not his actual one but our prop one – to make his computer speak. I may or may not have stolen the suitcase from the last Fantastic Beasts movie.
📸 by Greg Williams Photography at The Ritz London Hotel (HD)
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