Confessions of a Teenage Rocky Rat

Perhaps you'd better both....come inside...

"...I don't care where you come, but you better clean it up after!"

To say that we really didn't quite know what to expect once immersed in a theater viewing of RHPS, much less with a live shadowcast, is an understatement. But boy were we learning fast! 

When the doors were opened we entered the tiny confines of one of Portland's most beloved old movie houses, consisting of a hall-way lobby, single stall restroom, and the single screen theater proper with musty chairs in various states of repair, a waxed concrete floor with threadbare aisle running carpet, and a small, but serviceable black painted plywood stage in front of the aged screen, flanked by heavy velvet curtains. It was dark, it was dingy- by God, it was Beautiful! We took some seats around the middle rows, next to the aisleway, and jittered with the electric feeling that was everywhere. Everyone around us was having loud conversations, shouting to their friends across the way, making lewd jokes and hurling insults. A few of the character-actors were running around finishing preparations for the show. And then the strangest thing came over the sound system... the theme for the Muppet Show! We laughed, awestruck as the audience immediately started to sing along as things quieted down and Jon took the stage, mic in hand.