One thing I recommend if you're driving through slippery snow: have some loud driving music playing as background. Theater geeks: I'd recommend the original Rocky Horror Show.
I know, it's not everyone's taste, and honestly, the songs do get a little tedious after repeated listening, because they're all basically played at the same tempo. It's not like the movie, where you get some variety. In the celluloid version, not every song sounds like it came off a Motown record from the late sixties, with a backing band that sounds like it just finished recording Sam & Dave's "Soul Man."
But it's also fun music, and if you're only familiar with the movie, it's a nice change of pace to hear drastically different versions of Time Warp or Over at the Frankenstein Place. To hear a Brad that can actually sing. To hear songs that weren't included on the movie soundtrack, including "Once in a While." It's also certainly a damn site better than the cloying, air-brushed, saccharine sweet songs you heard on Glee a few months ago (not their best episode). And, it's useful when you're driving down slippery roads. Takes the edge off, for me.
My kids are the reason I remembered I had the album. They watched the movie around Halloween and started repeatedly playing my CD of the movie soundtrack in the car. After a while, I found myself in desperate need of a little variety and remembered that I had the original Roxy theater version, locked away in Josie's cellar, in a plastic bin containing my old albums.
It took a while to find it, but I did, and burned it that afternoon to a CD, along with, of all things, two Gary Numan albums. I haven't listened to it since that day, a few days after Thanksgiving, but it seemed the perfect thing to put on this afternoon.
I have to say, after repeated listenings, you can kind of see why Richard O'Brien never had a major hit after Rocky. The music is great, but the lyrics are really random and often almost childish. "You're a hot dog, but you'd better not try to hurt her..." I mean, sometimes I think some of them were literally the first words that popped into his head. While he was taking massively drugs. Maybe participating in a massive orgy, too. And let's face it, the script has a similar slapdash feel. A lot of it doesn't make any sense at all. That's part of its charm, actually.
I'm not knocking it. Really! I have really fond memories of Rocky Horror. When I was a kid, I used to play both albums, but Picture and Not, repeatedly, for hours. My mother, who didn't quite follow the plot, I think, loved to do her housework to the music. I loved going to midnight showings of the film, usually after the opening night of a play. I did see it in the double digits and still remember a lot of the responses.
And now, I have a new use for Rocky: anxiety medication for snowy slippery drives. Somewhere, Tim Curry's smiling.