Showing posts with label Hee Haw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hee Haw. Show all posts

Saturday, May 30, 2009

3 Chords & the Truth: My name is Mudd

A show like this can mean only one thing: My name is gonna be Mudd.

C'mon, I reference freakin' Hee-Haw, for pity's sake! I even assume people will remember the show . . . and Junior Samples' hilarious bits selling used cars. That number again: BR-549.

And then on 3 Chords & the Truth, we go on to play stuff by the band that took its name from Samples' Hee-Haw bits -- BR5-49.

IT'S NOT flippin' brain surgery. I am an idiot. I have outed myself as a gol-darned redneck. I had relatives who lived in the country.

In trailers.

Some still do.

And, oh, what's the point . . . I mean, what the hell. The Big Show is gonna end up being the no-show. OK, you want some truth with your three chords?

I'll give you truth. Whether or not you can handle it is another question.

I drink Schlitz . . . PBR is kind of pricey.

There. I've gone and done it now. My credibility is toast. I don't care.

So, if you care about as damn little as I do, give 3 Chords & the Truth a listen this week. It's the Big Show. Be there. Aloha.

HEY, Y'ALL! Watch thi. . . .

Thursday, October 09, 2008

If you're warped, too, call BR-549

You couldn't much avoid Hee Haw if you grew up in the South in the '60s and '70s and your family owned a television.

AND IF YOU fit that certain profile, chances are that Hee Haw worked its way into your psyche somewhere. Chances are, your psyche never recovered.

This would explain why the telephone number BR-549 makes you chuckle more than 30 years later. Back when Hee Haw was on the air and we were much younger, Samples Sales was the place to buy a jalopy from dubious salesmen.

Now, Samples Sales is where this country goes when it needs a new president. Obviously.

And remember, folks, that number is BR-549. Saaaaaaa-LUTE!