"Ja-Da"

Now this song is up front with its nonsense, it's clear that this is not meant to be taken seriously. It is, therefore, entirely successful, as well as being loads of fun to sing, and to dance to, as my daughter will attest.

Tonight was the night to watch 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'. Or at least the first half. I'm older now, more easily tired. I remember that 'Rocky Horror' always came on at midnite, but that was in the days when I didn't even think about leaving to go out for the evening until 10PM. Now I'm lucky to be up that late.

I have such incredibly fond memories of seeing this show. I saw it for the first time when I was seventeen, with my boyfriend at the time, and a good friend a year older who was going to the University of Delaware. It was lovely and shocking and fun. By the time I went to college a year later I was ready to take part in the show myself. I was lucky enough to date the man who portrayed the lovely transvestite, Dr. Frank N. Furter. I played Columbia, and there was one very special weekend when our buddy, Bondo, who was supposed to play Riff, passed out half way through the movie. My younger brother was visiting for the weekend, and got to step in as understudy. A magical night, indeed. I'm glad to have a picture or two from that one.

Watching it tonight, on video (must get the DVD sometime, and the original movie soundtrack on CD), all alone, still knowing most of the audience part--it was strangely not so lonely. Community is community, even when they're all dressed up, or maybe even more so then. To be part of something bigger is always seductive. Somewhere, some crowd of folks is watching this tonight, having brought all their own props, knowing all the lines.

Tim Curry is still damn sexy, too. Mmmm, mmm, mmm. Can't even blame that on the wine, tonight.