There's a Light...

In the velvet darkness, of the blackest night, burning bright, there's a shining star...

Maybe it was the sugar high from the Baskin and Robbins Caramel Salty Yoghurt we sampled this evening, maybe it was the pints of Pipsqueak Cider that preceded it at Little Creatures, but this evening my friends and I were transported into The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Not in the most memorable scene in the film, perhaps, but one which led to the song "There's a Light" running over and over in my head for the last hour, so I'm writing this as a form of exorcism.

We were driving by the port o' Fremantle, idly taking in the freighter ships while our conversation ambled along.  A motorcycle overtook us, and we were all momentarily startled.  Then a second passed us, and I commented on the similarity to the scene in Rocky Horror where the motorcycles all pass Brad and Janet in the car in the rain.  At that moment several more zipped past, perilously close to the car, each driven by a man or woman in quirky clothes.  The scene was particularly germaine as the driver played the RiffRaff to my Magenta many Halloweens ago, and with whom I've gone to the annual outdoor-with-audience-participation-and-live-performance screening of Rocky Horror for the last several years, as we will next year.

I see you shiver with antici-

-pation.