Too Many Hats
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My grandmother on my mother's side LOVED the Country Bear Jamboree when it debuted in 1972.
But here's where that gets weird. She was a very gracious woman who had come from comfortable wealth, a native Southern Californian. She attended the Symphony regularly, donated to the various Fine Arts in her community and was on stylish ladies volunteer boards, and had a very tastefully decorated home with incredible artwork. Classical music always played softly at her dinner parties and holiday gatherings. They knew her by sight at Bullocks Wilshire, and she was always impeccably tailored.
But that woman LOVED the Country Bear Jamboree. She would clap along and stomp her feet and swoon over Big Al.
It was the funniest thing to see this elderly Lady Who Lunches to become a rootin' tootin' country girl for 15 minutes any time we went to Disneyland in the 70's. To this day, we have no idea where it came from, or why. But she loved that show.
Love this.
I suspect just about every demographic enjoys CBJ. It certainly seemed that way when I saw the show (for the first time in many, many years) back in January. It’s got that timeless, universal brand of comedy Disney perfected during the 1960s/70s. And it’s a tight show — there’s no fat in that 13 minutes.
The show is pretty unassuming. It took a few minutes for my audience (a packed house) to “get it.” But by the time Big Al was singing Blood On The Saddle? People sitting around me were losing it.