For eight unforgettable years, 1991 to 1999, Club Confetti was more than a nightclub.
It was a sanctuary stitched together from black lights, sweat, eyeliner, and the stubborn hope that misfits deserve a place to breathe. It was where the freaks danced without apology, where the weirdos found their people, where the outcasts finally felt like the center of something. A place that held us when the rest of the world didn’t know what to do with us.
And at the heart of it all was Linda Staker.
Linda didn’t just run a club.
She built a refuge.
She opened the doors wide to anyone who’d ever been called “too much” or “too strange,” and she said, Come in. You’re safe here. You belong here.
When Confetti closed, something irreplaceable vanished from Salt Lake City’s nights. But the memory didn’t fade, it lived in us, in every story shouted over loudspeakers, every friendship born on the dance floor, every moment where the music drowned out the rest of life just long enough for us to survive it.
Last month, we lost Linda.
And with her passing, the city dimmed just a little.
So now, we gather.
January 16th, 2026 at Liquid Joe’s.
A reunion—not just to remember the club, but to honor the woman who kept its heart beating.
We’re bringing the tribe back together.
Old friends. New faces. DJs who shaped the nights that shaped us. The dancers who turned darkness into celebration. The ones who found themselves under neon lights and never forgot it.
This isn’t nostalgia.
This is gratitude.
This is a promise that what Confetti meant to us will never be lost.
For Linda.
For the community she built.
For every soul who ever felt seen beneath those lights.
Long live Club Confetti.
Long live the home we shared.
See you January 16.
