Rose tints my world, keeps me safe from my trouble and pain.
Plus the Time Warp. It’s got pelvic thrusts.
Oh hell, it’s just a plain old good time.
And it’s gone international. Bangkok’s venerable old historic cabaret bar, Check Inn 99, on lower Sukhumvit Road, is performing it live for four nights this week.
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh.
Careful. They can really drive you insay-ay-ay-ay-aane.
My first date, ever, was the RHPS on my 15th birthday. We lost our virginity together, so to speak.
The only place I’ve ever been where everyone is a friend. I never had a bad experience in my 10+ times seeing it.
Whatever happened to Saturday Night?
When you dressed up sharp and you felt all right
It don’t seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine
I used to drive around with a chick who’d go
Listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowing on a rock ‘n’ roll show
You climbed in the back seat
Really had a good time
Hot Patootie - Bless my soul
I really love that Rock and Roll!
and if you go dressed as Dr. Scott, you and your friends get the good seats.
Twerking for an older generation
Damn near every Friday night while I was 17 into 18 I went in the late 80’s. I have 53 ticket stubs squirrled away as a momento of my youth.
We went because it was something to do at midnight on a Friday. It was something outragous that baffled our parents. Even if my Mom bought rice enough to supply us. Yelling back at a movie screen? Throwing rice, shooting squirtguns into the air while holding newspapers over our heads? Launching hotdogs across the room? Items we had to “smuggle” into the theater. Looking back at it now as a 44 year old I see it as harmless anarchy. At the time it seemed subversive and crazy. Pre internet, 9-11, Columbine, we were the crazy kids oh-so normal the rest of the week.
As we grew up in our 20’s and my friends were getting married off, we did the time warp at several Weddings. The looks of bafflement of the faces of the older folks are some of my fondest memories of those cookie cutter Weddings.
Yep, just good ol’ fun. Fourty three times 1978-1984, usually as Eddie.
Oh man I haven’t gone in, egad, twenty or more years and what a blast it is.
“it’s just a step to the left”
I am grinning my ass off just thinking about it.
Capt of the Reavers
Meat Loaf again?
Pass the Ketchup
They’re not absent, they’re under the table…
…give Dr. Scott another couple forks, he’s only got twelve…
How wild did it get in the theater?
Put it this way…I lost my actual virginity there.
My favorite obsession!
I saw the stage show here in Topeka, Kansas, long after it had been first a stage show, then a movie.
What made attendance really fun was that to get to the university theater, where it was being performed, you had to pass by a picket line from the Westboro Baptist Church, that was telling us we were all going to hell.
The costumes were so cool, I’m glad they didn’t try to copy the movie. Frank-n-furter wore pink and lavender Fredericks of Hollywood stuff.
Toucha-toucha-toucha-touch me!
Meals on Wheels!
“What ever happened to Fay Rae?”
She got fucked by a forty-foot gorilla!
"That delicate, satin-draped frame
"As it clung to her thigh
“How I started to cry --”
You’d REALLY cry if you got fucked by a forty-foot gorilla!
Mine, too. A real cinematic moment of Zen.