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.
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