Where else could I hear greats like Roger Miller or Alice Cooper or Debbie Harry sing their hits when I was a kid being raised in a conservative household? I still laugh when I watch Johnny Cash with Rowlf the Dog sing "Dirty Old Egg-Sucking Dog". Every time I hear "Baby, Baby, Don't Get Hooked On Me" (and I hear it a lot since it's on my iPod in a favorite playlist) I see Mac Davis sitting on an oversize fishing hook.
The Muppet Show opened up the music world to my young ears, and I love that.
I also saw Gilda Radner tap dance her super glue troubles away; Ruth Buzzi wrestle some respect out of Sweetums; Steve Martin play a great dueling banjo; and Cloris Leachman ask if she was the cook or the dish......
But it also, unwittingly, gave me some fuel for my nightmares.
When Loretta Lynn (who I love and adore) sang "One's On The Way" with those little baby things crawling all over the place, with their beady little eyes and gaping mouths.....Shudder! If I ever say, "That baby looks like a Muppet Baby," I do not mean that cartoon with baby versions of Kermit and Miss Piggy and the gang. And I do not mean it as a compliment. Those "babies" were terrifying.
Did that stop me from watching The Muppet Show, or being a huge fan of their movies? No way! I'll risk those horrifying babies every time, for a good old laugh with my dear friend Kermit.