I feel pretty!
It’s Spiegelmama’s birthday and this post is for her! Back when we were teens, we had this thing called a record player. It played large scratchy discs called records. They looked like dinner plates, only blacker and noisier. Our two favorites were Queen’s Greatest Hits and The Rocky Horror Picture Show Say it which featured audience participation from a thickly accented, well-seasoned New York audience.
This picture is dedicated to anyone who got their cherry popped by Sal.
We listened to it forwards and backwards (and then stuck to forwards because if you play Rocky Horror backwards all you get is a recipe for ham and tuna casserole). We learned when to yell “Where’s your neck?” “Work that bird!” and “Describe your balls!” Important life lessons for a couple of Jr. High School kids in New Hampshire, for sure.
One of the best bits was at the end, when Rif-Raf condemns Frank through song, and one voice rings out from the 8th Street Playhouse in New York to a scratchy record player in Nashua, asking, “Can you explain.”Then when Tim Curry contritely and breathlessly delivers the line, “I can explain.” The voice rings out again with “This better be good. You got shot the last time.”
Prepare the transit beam, Mother.
You’ll find the scene here at 3:55…without audience participation, but it plays in my head, and Spiegelmama’s as well.
slumber party movies 
BTW, this post is one big hint to Spiegelmama about what she’s getting for her birthday. Can you guess?
Toast? Old newspapers? Minute rice? Toilet paper? Fishnets?
How’d you guess?
I like seeing Rocky in different places and learning how each city/region has their own take. For example, I grew up in a town named Columbia. So local RHPS productions would have jokes about her and the town. I went to college on Manhattan, so the university was made fun of. There should be something like RHPS tourism.
Good point. There must be lots of regionalisms. Especially in towns called Denton. I wonder if there’s a list.