stuff that sticks

Buck Owens died recently. Honestly, I'd nearly forgotten about him except as part of the words to a CCR song. I had blocked a certain part of my childhood out of my head. Now it's all flooding back.

"We used to watch Hee-Haw a lot, growing up," I told Beau after mentioning Owens' death. "I remember him from that."

"You did?" He looked a little surprised and not in the good way.

"Yeah, every week we'd all sit around -- my dad loved that show. Sometimes we'd sing some of the songs --"

He looked a little frightened.

"Oh, come on. Aren't there some shows you watched when you were a kid, that you're a little embarassed to admit to watching now?"

I am a sweet and considerate girlfriend so I will not recount the rest of the conversation, lest my boyfriend feel ashamed about any of the childhood television choices he might have confessed. Still, they sounded a lot cooler than Hee-Haw.

It's strange and incredible sometimes, the stuff you remember and the stuff you don't. This particular song has been running through my head more than I'd care to admit for the past few days:

Where, oh where, are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over, and I thought I'd found true love,
You met another, and phbbbbbt! you were gone.

I did not look those lyrics up on the Web, it was all out of my head. What can I say, a song with a raspberry sound in it is really funny when you're eight years old. And now we know who the rest of the closeted Hee-Haw viewers are out there ... you've all got that song stuck in your heads too. Hah! I feel so much better now after spreading it around.

Posted at March 28, 2006 12:11 AM