gritty city. So it was odd that as soon as I saw Hee Haw for the first time I was hooked. I never had seen a real honest to god corn field, or a hound dog, or a tar paper shack in my life. I had no idea what a banjo looked like before I saw one on Hee Haw or a steel guitar for that matter. But it all seemed so cool to my little young eyes. 
It was from Hee Haw that I learned for a joke or a comedy bit to be funny it had to have a set up (a beginning), a bit of exposition (a middle), and pay off (an end) to be truly funny. Have a look at this video and you'll see what I mean.
I can't say I loved all the music on the show but I did love Buck Owens and guests like Freddy Fender, Willie Nelson, and Johnny Cash. When the Hagar Twins came on to sing I'd run around to check on my brothers and sisters to make sure they weren't doing something more fun that I was doing or I'd get something to eat. I hated it when Roy Clark came on and sang by himself but I knew it would not last long and they'd get back to the good stuff pretty soon.
As I grew up I quit watching Hee Haw. I became too "cool" to enjoy it or I'd watch it for "the irony." But by the time it ended it's long syndicated run I'd get stoned and watch it and laugh and I'd marvel at the balls they had to have had to keep that show on the air as long as they did.
For many years I thought I was the only "city kid" who dug Hee Haw, then one Sunday afternoon I found out I was not alone. I was over at my friend Jerome's house, he was an African American friend I had when I lived in Roanoke, VA. We were watching a Redskins game and drinking beer when a Hee Haw commerical came on. He said, "Man. I'm worried about my kids." I asked him why and he said, "Because they love to watch that fucking hick ass show." I laughed and I admitted that I did as well when I was their age. He chuckled and said that yeah he could see how kids would like to see corny looking people telling even cornier jokes, dancing pigs, and stuff like that.
I didn't tell him that not only kids liked that stuff and that I still liked it. And sometimes today I'll watch a bit of it if it's on late at night on CMT as I flip back and forth between Sportscenter, Letterman, and Countdown with Keith Olbermann.
I recently sat down and answered some questions from journalists, fans, and ne'er do wells.




No contest, I choose Angela from The Office. Angela is a character on a hit TV show, the other one is a religious zealot who helped the Bush junta oppress gays, liberals, blacks, and others. Angela rocks, Monica should be in a prison jumpsuit breaking rocks.
Hee Haw? Surely you jest.
I'm not kidding and stop calling me Shirley. I plan on writing about my love for Hee Haw sometime soon, so watch for that in the near future.
Not just no, but hell no. Never, not even if I was freezing to death. Now maybe a nice cardigan...