RIP BUCK OWENS

I didn't know people were really called Alvis :(

That really sucks. Who else could rhyme purple/maple surple.

Sigh.

RIP Buck.

No more Buck = teh suck

that's actually from "Dang Me" by Roger Miller....(unless buck wrote it?? but that seems weird that song is very "roger miller")

but anyway, this mega sucks...buck owens is a fucking genius legend for realz...."my heart skips a beat" is a great album.....so classic in everyway.

Service Information

Public Viewing
Saturday April 1, 2006
10:00 am to 6:00 pm
Buck Owens' Crystal Palace
2800 Buck Owens Boulevard
Bakersfield, CA 93308

Funeral Services
Sunday April 2, 2006
2:00 pm
Valley Baptist Church
4800 Fruitvale Ave
Bakersfield, CA 93308

No Cameras or Cell Phones Please

*In lieu of flowers please make donations to:
Bakersfield S.P.C.A, 3000 Gibson St. Bakersfield, CA 93308

Can anyone recommend a decent (multiple) CD collection of Buck Owens? The Rhino set doesn't seem so easily available in Europe. What about the "21 #1 hits" CD?

Or this 3-CD set, called Buckaroo: http://www.amazon.de/Buckaroo-Buck-Owens/dp/tracks/B00005A1D1/ref=dp_tracks_all_1#disc_1

Cheers for comments

I have the 3CD Buckaroo set - its okay. There's a couple songs that are repeated more than once under different titles (different takes of varying production quality) and its missing a couple of my favorite early 60s hits of his.

I also grabbed Buck Owens - The Story 1956-1964 Vol 1 recently and I think its a bit better, a more well rounded set that also trumps the Buckaroo set in sound quality. The Buckaroo set is mastered very tinnily to my ears.

one of my all time favorite country guys

Thanks for the link -- will check it out.

I was attracted by a set called Act Naturally , but it turns out to be very expensive.

he was the best

is the "21 #1 hits" album any good? I mean, I'm sure it's great, but at 20 euros here in Germany (i.e. $29!) for a single CD, I'm rather cautious..

definitely one of the most likeable singers ever.
every song is told from the point of view of a true blue lovable dude.

always cracks me up - so many songs about being a sad sack guy, home alone while his woman's out doin him wrong

yeah -- it's always "Cryin' Time" for Buck.

all alone, sittin in his underwear in his living room, wondering where love went

btw I'm sure that Act Naturally package is amazing (look at that book!)

I don't have the money for that kinda thing tho

No doubt, but its like $160!

I should really be scouring the 2nd hand shops for Buck Owens vinyl.

^^^definitely. My favorite stuff of his that I've gotten have been mid-60s albums and comps. Great sound quality too.

http://www.discogs.com/image/R-1497793-1224168955.jpeg

^^^love this one

http://www.discogs.com/image/R-150-1638647-1234006879.jpeg

and this one

http://cover7.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/260/269391.jpg

this one too!

I know exactly the shop that'll have those sort of LPs. Well, that's my Saturday sorted!

Really digging the "Buck 'Em!: The Music of Buck Owens" series. Two 2-CD comps now: first came out in 2013 and covered 55-67; second (67-75) released this past November. So if you were waiting for Buck's "Star Time" treatment, this is it.

man I will grab those. total genius.

Listening now, thanks for the tip!

Cheers... yeah it's fun to hear him discover the Bakersfield sound; similar to Brown's downbeat revelation.

Ive drank beers in buck owens' crystal palace in bako. its awesome.

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Hoo-Haw!

If you're a huge Buck Owens fan, Deep Discount is clearing out the Bear Family box set covering his final years at Capitol:

https://www.deepdiscount.com/buck-owens-tall-dark-stranger/4000127168986

(also use PENNY as a coupon code for another 10% off)

You don’t know me but you don’t like me

Spent some time in San Francisco
Spent a night there in the can (pronounced closer to “ken”)

From my Nashville Scene ballot for 2015 releases, here's what I said about Buck 'Em Vol. 2, which takes us from late 60s peaks to mixed results in mid-70s--still well-worth hearing overall:

Buck Em! Vol. 1---The Music of Buck Owens was purty cool, with that Buck stuff that the Beatles were evidently listening to (and covering "Act Naturally"). Also we wouldn't have Dwight Yoakam as we know him on albums like Second Hand Heart, 3 Pears, and everything else, if not for Buck x Beatles. This one takes him into the mostly post-Beatles 70s:
Buck 'Em! Vol. 2---The Music of Buck Owens (1967-1975) turns out to be a suitably moody, dependable companion to a long-ass gray day, mostly spent waiting for an appointment that will not have been so exciting (probably, hopefully).
Like most boxes these days, it starts with 4-5 duds, incl. oh-so-serious ones that make me think he's only good at the drollery, often wry, which I mostly know him for---wrong. There are good rueful ballads later on, with bracing music vs. depression, rather than overselling the tearjerking (more like "well, hell") lyrics. And even those can take some apt gray day turns, into a door between us without a key, or waitin' for a train you know has gone, and there are the classics like "Streets of Bakersfield, "I didn't want to be Some-body, I just wanted to be me...You don't know me, but you don't like me." Can see how he was a favorite of Gram Parsons. Some of the lesser, later tracks (after he became a fixture on Hee Haw) rely too much on the classic Bakersfield Sound, the template of it, that is, and can't really conceal mediocre material, though seems like he's not really trying to con us, just honestly, "That's all I got."
Some of the funny stuff is like that too, but plenty of it isn't----like the City Girl---"I like to watch Johnny Carson"---meets the Country Boy---"Let's go see the Martian." Just my taste, but also dig the country-psych pop of "Who's Gonna Mow Your Grass?", with fuzz guitar, harpsichord, shifty Southern suburban rhythms and scrambling drums. "Tiger By The Tail", several songs with cities in the names, mostly celebratory, maybe all, if you include the deadpan-ish, yet irritated put-down of New York which cites some stuff/describes it in terms that are not nec. off-putting; he lets listeners decide how to take them, but is certainly assertive enough: "I wouldn't live in New York City, if they gave me the whole dang town."

But hold on now! This 'un is really where to start, if you don't mind a few semi-duds in front (blame the suits):

Buck Owens and the Buckaroos' The Complete Capitol Singles 1957-1966 starts with so-whut songs and subdued settings, but his voice is already flexible and on point, mining each note and syllable just enough to check for whatever might be worth extracting--carefully but quickly (2 hours, 12 minutes of music here, and virtually every track is under three minutes, some of the best and worst just over two).
In the booklet he's the first to assert that these early tracks were not so hot, because he didn't have the cred to do things his way, until the success of "Under Your Spell Again" proved his point (several follow-ups glance off its template; whatever the commercial results, takes a while before one sounds nearly as good). It's still a startling quality bump---to a leap, the classic BO suddenly materializing, declaring (no complaints, not like in those apprentice chores), "You've. Got. Me. Unn-der, your spellll again, " doing all the things he does with beats and short phrases in the California melding of country with rock 'n' roll appeal----in brief of course, though later he'll sometimes bring in a suggestion of Latin and/or Caribbean curvature in the held vocal notes and supporting sounds, or, more on the per se country side, wail each note of the chorus over a thin ticky-tocky snare and rhythm guitar pick: this is music from another hit factory, for sure. Starting, as he says, with the rule of treble---no more tracks "where it sounds like the bass player is standing in front of the singer"----and little mono speakers in the control room, to check how the mix will sound on transistors and car radios: he wants it clear, and it sounds like he wants it edgey, baby: the bright metallic "Bakersfield Sound" of money-making machinery, in synch and bouncing off the tin roof sun, with jangling wires, currents, breezes, dust, foliage, and the available or at least glimpsed waters: all in California chrome reflections, cruising by.
Cruising by what, you may ask. Well--- not that he spends much time, after label-imposed early stints, hunkered down and brooding, but when he does, it's all somebody else's fault. Or, if he gets up and stumbles by the house that used to be his home, where his wifenkids still live, where he mumbles that he maybe kinda blew it---but he paid for it, and there they are, all warm and together and shit---but he can make himself grudgingly acknowledge his sins and thus join them in Heaven someday, after everybody's dead---and this is all, at most, that taking responsibility etc can get you---so the exception proves the rule.
But he has no flair for "J'accuse!", nor for guilt and expiation and other whiskey-selling Jukebox Gothic rituals, none of that cobwebbed indoor stuff. This is Cali, dude! Responsibility and wide-opening-mindedness gradually appear organically---transition first noticed in "Mental Cruelty", where he brings Rose Maddox into a Divorce Court reenactment of how she took him to the cleaners; really nobody's fault, shit happens, but all she had to do was drop those two little words---one starts with an "M.", the other with a "C."---and cha-ching. But, as she recites her part, dryly enough to seem wry, and hollow-toned, suggesting a prisoner-of-war's forced confession, subliminally conveyed---time enough to devise a code, in that cell, she caps it all by barely bearing down on the mention of his "way of life", which she declined to participate in any longer...and this is allowed! In a perhaps alternate time, he proposes that they stop "Kickin' Hearts Around", 'cause it's just too time-and-maybe-other consuming; in "Loose Talk", he and Maddox rally against a common threat, of a mobocracy of gossiping, even gaslighting neighbors and fremenies: he assures her that the terrible things they tell her he does go ditto for tales of that flaming Rose. This same thing happens in another song on down the line----see, you just gotta keep moving. In yet another possibly alternate-universe turn, he gets turned on, not scandalized, by her going out, "Foolin' Around": didn't know she had it in her, maybe, or maybe his competitive side gets turned on, in a sporting way---or maybe transcendently (or all of the above), horny he cheerfully proposes that she, stripped of his diamond ring and equally weighty heart, "come on home, and fool around with me." Subsequently, when he's got "A Tiger By The Tail", he sounds a bit apprehensive, but also "one hand waving free", as young Mr. D., can only wish for---here 'tis, over the Buckaroos' rodeo jolt and swirl (despite a few duds and placeholders, sound quality gets better and better, with more room for instrumental interplay, without stretching out).
The swirl gets get a tad braincloudy in the resonant street-wide sunlight of "Waiting In Your Welfare Line", where an inspired gentleman caller is sure you'll give him another shot---after all, he gave up everything the first time he saw you, and it'll all make sense when you bring it back---and if you do so in a "Welfare Cadillac", that's gravy---that song isn't here, but it's nice the way this one leaves its strictures in the dust of absurdist pop social commentary, if you want to take it as such. Mostly, of course, we get good clean fun---the speedy corn-plucking seasons of Hee-Haw aren't far away--and here we also have some vocal x instrumental turns that still conjure drooling Byrds, Beatles, Parsons, Mavericks, and certainly certainly Yoakam (for instance).

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