The death this weekend of Buck Owens was one I took special note of. I've been listening to him a lot lately. I hadn't thought about Owens for years, until I saw "Capturing the Friedmans" a second time. The first time was at Sundance, and I hadn't a clue who the Friedmans were, let alone why they needed to be captured. Only on repeat viewing did I realize how richly appropriate was the choice of Owens's "Act Naturally" in the opening credits.
Also, I loved how it sounded. That was the classic "Bakersfield sound," a raw, forward-moving yet emotionally sophisticated approach to songwriting. Working out of that California town he adopted as his own -- he died there shortly after one of his twice-weekly performances -- Owens perfected the Bakersfield sound in the 1960s with such hits as "Think of Me," "Tiger By the Tail" and "Together Again." And of course, the "Streets of Bakersfield."
Our newspaper, and probably yours too, though, reduced his career to just one credit: BUCK OWENS, STAR OF 'HEE HAW,' DIES. I'm sorry, but even though I spent countless hours watching that show as a kid, and even though I am supposed to have an occupational preference for the TV business over the music industry, I think that's a travesty. Television made Buck Owens rich and it certainly added to his fame. But the music made this man, and that's how I'll remember him.
Update: That's how the Post's Richard Harrington remembers him, too.