For many years, I thought of Buck Owens as the genial co-host of the cornball hickfest, Hee Haw. It wasn’t until I started listening to Dwight Yoakam, that I realized he was so much more. Thanks, Dwight.
Buck was a singer-songwriter with an edge; something that didn’t come across when he was trading jokes with Junior Samples, Grandpa Jones, and Goober. He was also a world traveler; hence this 1967 live album.
Yeah, I know. There’s an exclamation point in the title. Homey don’t play that and neither do I.
Here’s Buck and his Buckaroos doing the Tokyo Polka:
