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Post by deborah on Jun 11, 2003 14:07:32 GMT -5
Ha! What a coinky dink! I'm listening to Bat Out of Hell II right now (Bat Out of Hell being in the car cd player) and I was listening to Rocky Horror Picture Show earlier this afternoon. Meatloaf's videos of Bat out of Hell and Paradise By the Dashboard Light (along with Tim Curry's I Do The Rock and something else by him, and two original Bette Boop cartoons featuring the incomparable Cab Callaway) used to be played at the midnight showing of RHPS before the start of the movie at the Strand Theatre in San Francisco. Back in the 80s, that was. I was a, (cough, cough, mumble mumble) a bit more than a regular.
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Post by Betsy on Jun 11, 2003 14:08:31 GMT -5
Don't feel bad, I was a Charmed fan too, until this year, so I missed her. But now I'll catch the reruns! Another Charmed Fan here. I never miss an episode.
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Post by Mary on Jun 11, 2003 14:09:53 GMT -5
Back in the 80s, that was. I was a, (cough, cough, mumble mumble) a bit more than a regular. LOL, Deb. I've NEVER seen it - not even the film. Mary
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Post by Betsy on Jun 11, 2003 14:12:05 GMT -5
Yeah, Brad dreams to look forward to! I want him to look just like he did in Meet Joe Black, so if you want to adjust his costume, too, Betsy - thanks! Or, um, maybe Legends of the Fall... Hmmm... I like long hair on guys. Sometimes. Mary Legends of the Fall . . . I loved the long hair. I've always been partial to longer hair on guys . . . it's so pulleable (lol). But I did like him in Meet Joe Black . . . have both on video. I really loved him as a vamp in Interview with a Vampire. Did you see him in Seven Years in Tibet -- awesome movie.
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Post by raenstorm on Jun 11, 2003 14:15:13 GMT -5
Funny thing is, while I love the old school hip-hop, I can't stand modern day rap. My musical tastes are mainly Motown and classic jazz, although I'm trying to get into, I guess its called modern rock? Don't know. Basically, whatever comes on after the Howard Stern show (Radiohead, Nirvana, etc.). The majority of rap music these days is... overwhelming. I'm not even really sure why. It's quite possible I'm becoming a prude. The more I take care of my nieces/nephews/friend's kids, the more I dislike music that is degrading to anyone, uses an obscene number of cuss words and advocates violence. And, I'm not just talking about rap there. Now, Jazz.... there's something I love. My sister has always loved jazz and it rubbed off on me. I used to steal her CDs so I could listen to it. I also really enjoy swing.
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Post by John G on Jun 11, 2003 14:19:15 GMT -5
Meatloaf's videos of Bat out of Hell and Paradise By the Dashboard Light (along with Tim Curry's I Do The Rock and something else by him, and two original Bette Boop cartoons featuring the incomparable Cab Callaway) used to be played at the midnight showing of RHPS before the start of the movie at the Strand Theatre in San Francisco. Back in the 80s, that was. I was a, (cough, cough, mumble mumble) a bit more than a regular. Just as a funny addendum, whenever my wife is pissed with me, she BLASTS a Meatloaf song, I think from that album, about love being defective, something or other. Whenever I hear that album playing, I know I've done something wrong! LOL!
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Post by John G on Jun 11, 2003 14:21:46 GMT -5
The majority of rap music these days is... overwhelming. I'm not even really sure why. It's quite possible I'm becoming a prude. The more I take care of my nieces/nephews/friend's kids, the more I dislike music that is degrading to anyone, uses an obscene number of cuss words and advocates violence. And, I'm not just talking about rap there. Now, Jazz.... there's something I love. My sister has always loved jazz and it rubbed off on me. I used to steal her CDs so I could listen to it. I also really enjoy swing. Same here on all fronts! I realized I was becoming older and more prude when I began yelling at my nephews about kids these days and their damn music, and what music was when I was a kid! Swing and big band is also very cool. Nobody did it like the Duke (Ellington, not Wayne).
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Post by LeeHollins on Jun 11, 2003 14:30:24 GMT -5
Funny thing is, while I love the old school hip-hop, I can't stand modern day rap. My musical tastes are mainly Motown and classic jazz, although I'm trying to get into, I guess its called modern rock? Don't know. Basically, whatever comes on after the Howard Stern show (Radiohead, Nirvana, etc.). James, noticed you changed your picture to your new, let's see, how did you put it? Obsession, I think was the word. I don't like modern day rap but I love Eminem! There's just something that absolutely draws me to him... I'm a sick, sick puppy.
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Post by deborah on Jun 11, 2003 14:37:46 GMT -5
LOL, Deb. I've NEVER seen it - not even the film. Mary Well, unless you have could experienced it in all its glory, at midnight on a big screen with the packed audience partipation and live performance going on in sync in front of the screen then you can't really appreciate what it was like. I remember my first time. After months of nagging I let a friend relunctantly drag me to the show one late Sat night. We had to wait outside in a long line for more than 90 minutes. I waited impatiently to be impressed, passing the time looking incredulously at all the *freaks* and, once the movie finally started fastidiously picking rice and toast out of my hair and clothes while sighing and shaking my head in impatience, not understanding at all what all the excitement was about. I kept giving my companion *looks* and he'd just smile down at me and whisper "Just wait." Well, my interest began to engage once we finally got inside FrankNFurter's castle. But the moment my life changed for years to come was when Dr FrankNFurter came down that elevator and whipped around to give us our first look at him. My eyes bugged out, my jaw dropped, I leaned forward and I don't think I blinked for the rest of the movie. But as I said, the movie itself is only a fraction of the experience. Watch it on video, stripped of the other components mentioned above and it's nothing, well, relatively speaking. I have been *over it* for years now, but back then my long time obsession lured me to NY to see five showings of Amadeus starring Tim Curry on Broadway, and I've got 2 cardboard boxes of RH memorabilia stashed away in storage.
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Post by John G on Jun 11, 2003 14:41:16 GMT -5
James, noticed you changed your picture to your new, let's see, how did you put it? Obsession, I think was the word. I don't like modern day rap but I love Eminem! There's just something that absolutely draws me to him... I'm a sick, sick puppy. Hey, the large majority of women here have their Spike, and Dave has A.H., so I have my obssession too (and just found her web site, so you know I'm in heaven). Eminem? ?? Lee, Lee, Lee (in a disappointed daddy voice).
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Post by LeeHollins on Jun 11, 2003 14:46:44 GMT -5
Eminem? ?? Lee, Lee, Lee (in a disappointed daddy voice). I know, I know...most of his subject matters are horrendous (killing his ex-wife, etc.) but there's just something that draws me to it. I don't like the more violent of his songs - I'm more drawn to his "radio-friendly" songs. I have his CDs and listen to all the songs (well, not all) but there's just something about him. Has anyone seen "8 Mile"? It's very good and I highly recommend it to anyone (well, except little kids. There's an...interesting sex scene with Eminem and Brittany Murphy which is just plain HOT!)
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Post by raenstorm on Jun 11, 2003 14:49:18 GMT -5
Well, unless you have could experienced it in all its glory, at midnight on a big screen with the packed audience partipation and live performance going on in sync in front of the screen then you can't really appreciate what it was like. I remember my first time. After months of nagging I let a friend relunctantly drag me to the show one late Sat night. We had to wait outside in a long line for more than 90 minutes. I waited impatiently to be impressed, passing the time looking incredulously at all the *freaks* and, once the movie finally started fastidiously picking rice and toast out of my hair and clothes while sighing and shaking my head in impatience, not understanding at all what all the excitement was about. I kept giving my companion *looks* and he'd just smile down at me and whisper "Just wait." Well, my interest began to engage once we finally got inside FrankNFurter's castle. But the moment my life changed for years to come was when Dr FrankNFurter came down that elevator and whipped around to give us our first look at him. My eyes bugged out, my jaw dropped, I leaned forward and I don't think I blinked for the rest of the movie. But as I said, the movie itself is only a fraction of the experience. Watch it on video, stripped of the other components mentioned above and it's nothing, well, relatively speaking. I have been *over it* for years now, but back then my long time obsession lured me to NY to see five showings of Amadeus starring Tim Curry on Broadway, and I've got 2 cardboard boxes of RH memorabilia stashed away in storage. I'll second Deb on the fact that, to truly appreciate the movie, you need the midnight viewing in all it's glory. I spent a good many "midnights" participating with the audience and enjoying RHPS. There is a local theater here in Orlando that does a Rocky Horror-like showing of "The Sound of Music". THAT is great fun (ok, for me the musical freak, it is).
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Post by Nickim on Jun 11, 2003 15:04:50 GMT -5
The instramental that moves me most is Ashokan Farewell which was used extensively in the soundtrack to Ken Burns' documentary "The Civil War". People may remember it as the song that played behind the reading of the Sullivan Ballou letter and is one of the most saddest, haunting, beautiful melodies I've ever heard. Who knows what I'm talking about? I do, and haunting is the right word.
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Post by Nickim on Jun 11, 2003 15:05:48 GMT -5
The instramental that moves me most is Ashokan Farewell which was used extensively in the soundtrack to Ken Burns' documentary "The Civil War". People may remember it as the song that played behind the reading of the Sullivan Ballou letter and is one of the most saddest, haunting, beautiful melodies I've ever heard. Who knows what I'm talking about? I do, and haunting is the right word.
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Post by raenstorm on Jun 11, 2003 15:10:44 GMT -5
Time to move on... See you in part eight.
*shoos everyone into a new room and locks the door behind her*
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