Fossilized Fud: Mac Davis, Assorted Hippies, and Myself as A Babe in the Woods

Earlier this evening, my wife said she didn't realize how much of a "babe in the woods" I am because I didn't know who Mac Davis was.

I do now, of course. Thanks to YouTube, she's educated me.

And I do know who he is, or at least recognize his music. This is probably his best-known song (at least in this neck of the woods):

And here he is trying to teach Beaker of Muppets fame how to eef, while he eefs and hambones:

I think for 2011, I'll make it my new years' resolution to learn how to eef. We've got so many classical musicians in the family -- well, at least in the Brower part of the family -- that maybe having someone learn to eef and eef well will bring some balance back to the force. Or make me look really, really stupid. Either way, it's win-win.

Then there's this collection of flannel-clad hippies singing their signature song. Wikipedia tells me they were part of a wave of music called the Jersey Shore Sound, which entails such artists as Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi -- neither of whose music I ever got into, nor could ever get into. Too loud and screechy. I'm too steeped in Wuss Rock, I suppose. Such music, per 'pedia, focused on the lives of everyday joes working in the industrial cities of northern New Jersey and those who were "underdogs" in any way. No explanation, of course, for the hippie look. Sign of the times.