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Rocky Horror Picture Show

In the velvet darkness, of the blackest night, burning bright….

1280x740xRocky-Horror-Picture-Show-the-rocky-horror-picture-show-236965_1280_1024.jpg.pagespeed.ic.buFO4SPeOQI recently stumbled into a rather dated blog post (link below) that read….

This weekend I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show done by a group of players who ran the movie and simultaneously acted out the movie as a live play.  Staging and production-wise, I’d say don’t try this at home.  They were a cute bunch of kids in cute costumes and I think everyone had a pretty good time.  I felt very middle-aged throughout, especially considering that unlike me, most of the live cast and audience weren’t yet born in 1975 when “Rocky Horror” first came out.

I was much too young for “Rocky Horror” when it debuted and not much interested in the counter-culture that embraced it as I came of age.  My previous attempts to watch it (once at a party, once at a theater and once at

No toast...but they did serve Meat Loaf.
No toast…but they did serve Meat Loaf.

home on video) ended with dozing, falling asleep and general boredom.  It’s not that I didn’t get it.  It was that it was the cultural relic of a time that I didn’t belong to and didn’t idolize.  I understand the era it came from and had some passing familiarity with it, but it isn’t my thing. As much as the young Rocky party goers wish otherwise, it’s not really their thing either.

There’s nothing particularly outrageous in 2008 about going out in public in a corset.  Hell, they make them as outerwear these days.  While there is still a lot of anti-gay sentiment, most people of my acquaintance today know exactly what a transsexual is.  And for those of us who watched friends die of AIDs, a free-for-all sexual lifestyle looks more idiotic than liberating.  The sexual revolution that spawned Dr. Frankenfurter is as antique today as a Victorian opium den.  However fun and salacious the young people doing this production found it, they’re even less likely to actually understand Rocky than I am.  It was a profound realization in the middle of a very silly night.  Sadly, even with my previous mostly unconscious attendances of the past, I knew the cues for the stuff in the prop bags better than most of the avowed enthusiasts.

It took two days and a lot of scrubbing to get that “lip” stamp off my hand, too!

http://tlryder.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/rocky-horror-picture-show/#comment-177

RHPS-RW1C1-TransylvaniansLLiked the post because it gave me pause to think, and recall fondly–I was fifteen when some friends and I walked two miles to the theater for a midnight showing of Rocky Horror.  It was 1982, I had no idea what the show was about, only that it was a movie at midnight and was supposedly a lot of fun.  It was, though we arrived without makeup, costumes, squirt guns, or toast.  I could take or leave the idealized debauchery, and the counter-culture sex/gender-bending element non-plussed me even then (Dustin Hoffman’s Tootsie came out that same year). I had a crush on Columbia, which was strange, because the girl who’d head-over-heeled me in real life had a definite Magenta vibe.  But I digress: my pleasure from that night, and the dozen or so Rocky shows I’ve attended in the ensuring 30-some years, came from the joy of the crowd, not the dated ribaldry of the script.  Scenes like Rocky Horror are ultimately reliant upon rocky-horror-picture-show-13_610a group of (mostly) strangers mutually agreeing to indulge themselves in–not wildness, but the idea of wildness, and in this it occurs to me that Rocky Horror has more in common with a bunch of old folks doing the chicken dance at a polish wedding than it does with outmoded sexual exotica. After all, it’s just a jump to the left….

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Shakespeare and Rocky Horror?

http://shakespearesolved.blogspot.com/2012/08/rocky-horror-picture-show-shakespeare.html

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Quote From The Other Side: My Favorite Ann Coulter Zingers

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“I’m more of a man than any liberal.”

I’m not a fan of Ann Coulter, but I’m a huge admirer.  She is perhaps the most brilliant entertainer of our time, slinging out foul and seemingly unfiltered, acerbic, utterly heinous and gratuitously venomous right-wing propaganda that mesmerizes her audience and goads them to ever-increasing frenzies of despicable hatred, flaunting the truth with every hyper-enunciated syllable, every flippant flip of her bottle-blonde bangs.  Her exaggerated arrogance and utter disdain for fact and truth drive her detractors to equally intense spasms of spittle-flying fury.  All the while, the conflict between fans and foes feed the fires of her speaking engagements and book sales.  It’s a great gig.  She says whatever the hell pops into her mind, regardless of veracity, and watches the fitful masses fill her piggy bank.  Though not as prominent of late, she’ll re-emerge at some time to incite more riots of adulation/apoplexy she can ride all the way to the bank.  See you in hell, Ann!

You’d think these were April Fools Posts, but if you did you’d be wrong:

“We just want Jews to be perfected, as they say.” –arguing that it would be better if we were all Christian

“I think the government should be spying on all Arabs, engaging in torture as a televised spectator sport, dropping daisy cutters wantonly throughout the Middle East and sending liberals to Guantanamo.”

“God gave us the earth. We have dominion over the plants, the animals, the trees. God said, ‘Earth is yours. Take it. Rape it. It’s yours.'”

“If we took away women’s right to vote, we’d never have to worry about another Democrat president. It’s kind of a pipe dream, it’s a personal fantasy of mine, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. And it is a good way of making the point that women are voting so stupidly, at least single women. It also makes the point, it is kind of embarrassing, the Democratic Party ought to be hanging its head in shame, that it has so much difficulty getting men to vote for it. I mean, you do see it’s the party of women and ‘We’ll pay for health care and tuition and day care — and here, what else can we give you, soccer moms?'”

“People like you caused us to lose that war.” — Speaking to a disabled veteran on MSNBC

“We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity.”–on dealing with conflict in the Middle East.

 

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Exhausting, But Damn Fine Weekend Part 2: Concert

We had yet another trip to Pittsburgh in store for us Saturday–my fourth in a row, as I’d been in the suburbs Wednesday to help my mom pick out 2011-chevrolet-cruze_100330176_land negotiate for a new car–a long but unexpectedly pleasant experience with Day Chevrolet in Murrysville, PA.  We got her an almost new Chevy Cruze–a perfect Grandma-car, but still a little sporty, a little perky to drive.  Way to go, Detroit–this one brings a hammer to the Compact Dance, and has the Asian marques in a tizzy, I’d wager.

After that, and the two days of swim meet, let’s just say I was less than enthusiastic about another day crammed into a car, even though the plans for the evening were for recreation.  I was grumpy all day, sick of restaurant food, weary of having a seat belt carving into my cartoid, and just plain tired.  If we hadn’t been locked in to the tune of $130 I would have been tempted to bail.  I just wanted to sleep.

That would have been a shame, because we had a semi-potluck in the mid-afternoon: ham, oven-baked herbed potatoes, salad, lots of fresh fruit and tasty bread, and apple pie for desert, with 4 friends and our kids, then the grown-ups saddled up and made the very familiar drive back to Cardiac Hill.  This time, after hours on a weekend, the parking was easy.  We quickly found a space in a small garage, downed some beers in the van–the garage was full of folks sitting in their vehicles, bartending out of PetersenEventsCenter_at_Pitttheir trunks.  Soon enough it was time, and we strolled up to the Peterson Center, a pretty fantastic venue on the Pitt campus.  We were there to see  The Old Crow Medicine Show and The Avett Brothers, and it turned out we got enviable, fantastic seats, just above floor level.

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And man, it was awesome.  Old Crow opened with a boisterous cover of John Denver’s seminal kneeslappin’ Thank God I’m A Country Boy and the crowd roared into Full Whoop–where is stayed through their too 4380881794_bf3f2fcf32_oshort 50-minute opening set.  I loved the crowd–more beards per capita than anyplace but downtown Islamabad– so I felt right at home, enjoying the irony of realizing that at the same moment Old Crow was jamming out genuine old-school Grand Old Opry-grade country to 35,000 hipsters in Pittsburgh, PA all over the country so-called Country Bands were shoveling candy-coated bubblegum pop to hundreds of thousands of rednecks.  The energy was pure and joyful–especially during the most popular songs, when the bands and 35,000 background singers–just listen to the voices….

By the time the Avetts ripped through more than two hours (!!) of their show then re-emerged onstage the crowd was in a danced-up, esq-avett-xlg-38788231full-flowering bliss, seemingly impossible to improve–until they called Old Crow out on the stage for a magnum freaking opus encore medley of Willie Nelson’s On The Road Again, The Carter Family’s Will The Circle Be Unbroken (you know an alt.country band is certified when they cover The Carters in their encore), and–finally–an inspired cover of the Spaniels’ Goodnight, Sweetheart.  Freaking awesome, and utterly perfect.  A stop for take out from Mineo’s Pizza on the way home, and the night was complete.