Thursday, September 4, 2008

nonsensical nostalgia

Mason brought home a burning desire to rent a trombone and be in Band; Stu asked why he didn't want to play the piccolo instead because you can carry that instrument around in your pocket, like the magic flute in H.R. Pufnstuf. I immediately became wistful for that admittedly very weird but somehow fantastically fun show while Stu derided it as ridiculous.

After trying to find an episode featuring Freddie Flute to show the kids (no luck; sadness), we jumped to Dr. Shrinker then The Bugaloos, Banana Splits, and finally landed on Swedish Chef skits from The Muppet Show. I loved all of those shows dearly though, excepting the last one, for no good reason. It is truly awful ilk; I can't help but wonder what the actors from those shows are doing now, and do they tell anyone what they did in the 70s? "Nice to meet you. I look familiar? Well, I did once play a rock-n-roller fairy in a magical forest!"

The good news for our nation's future: My kids only lost their minds laughing at Swedish Chef and want the DVD collection for Christmas. Maybe I really am a good mom after all.

But I still love to sing the theme songs of all those terrible Sid & Marty Krofft shows...La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la.

Tomorrow, we explore the genius of The Monkees.