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Kris Kristofferson


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You had to be around at the turn of the ‘60s into the ‘70s to understand how great he was.   Johnny Cash singing “Sunday Morning Coming Down”:  what honesty; what verbal precision.  Kristofferson wrote like a Rhodes scholar who’d worked as a janitor at a Nashville record company office — which was exactly what he was.

The problem was when he started making his own records:  he couldn’t sing.  But who wouldn’t love to have written “Me and Bobby McGee”?  There were other people who could sing it  

And if he wanted to be a movie star, well, who wouldn’t have wanted THAT?

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It was 1990 and my first time in New York City. I was looking for entertainment. How could I go wrong with "Bitch! Dyke! Faghag! Whore!" at PS 122, a show devised by Penny Arcade, who I then knew nothing about? It was great and provided me with my first lapdance (part of the show).

But I had decided I had time for two shows that same evening. I walked through the late night drug mart of Washington Square Park and arrived at the Bottom Line for the late show. Maybe 30 or so people in the audience. Two figures on stage: a keyboard player and Kris Kristofferson. I sat feet from him as he strolled through a set of iconic songs, with changes to the lyrics and asides to the audience. "Make believe you love me one more time (one more  time?!)..."

He played them all. I remember thinking that night, wow, I could live here.

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16 minutes ago, Wilfrid said:

It was 1990 and my first time in New York City. I was looking for entertainment. How could I go wrong with "Bitch! Dyke! Faghag! Whore!" at PS 122, a show devised by Penny Arcade, who I then knew nothing about? It was great and provided me with my first lapdance (part of the show).

But I had decided I had time for two shows that same evening. I walked through the late night drug mart of Washington Square Park and arrived at the Bottom Line for the late show. Maybe 30 or so people in the audience. Two figures on stage: a keyboard player and Kris Kristofferson. I sat feet from him as he strolled through a set of iconic songs, with changes to the lyrics and asides to the audience. "Make believe you love me one more time (one more  time?!)..."

He played them all. I remember thinking that night, wow, I could live here.

WOW. When can I read your book.....

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