Showing posts with label Kris Kristofferson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kris Kristofferson. Show all posts

Friday, November 18, 2016

An Evening With Kris Kristofferson - American Hero

If there is ever a chance of seeing Kris Kristofferson live, my friend Sweet D and I take it. He has been our main man since the 1970s, and at 80 years old, he is still as incredible as ever. After a week that seriously saw Donald Trump became our nation's President ("Elect") and dreadfully lost the legend that was Leonard Cohen ... hearing Kris Kristofferson sing to us was exactly what we needed.


The Rose in Pasadena could easily be a venue inside a casino like Morongo. We did not realize it was a dinner theater. Or that we would be the youngest Kristofferson fans in the house. Septua/ Octogenarians were chomping down on wedge salads and steaks, washing it down with martinis, and waxing poetic about all of the times they'd seen Kristofferson, and "Did you know he was a Rhodes scholar?" I did. He took the stage with no introduction or fanfare, taking the diners by surprise. They all leapt up and gave The Silver Tongued Devil a standing ovation immediately - and appropriately.

"Shipwrecked In The 80s" was the first number, and the listener is drawn in to the story of it all from the very first verse. Kristofferson has always been an activist and a philosopher, and his words are as on the nose in these times as they've ever been. Ok, and it must be noted - The Man is just as handsome as he's ever been ... just in a wiser, more seen it all way than he was when he first stole our hearts in A Star Is Born (which remains my favorite childhood movie). "Darby's Castle" was another from the illustrated storybook of this legend's mind, and then the retirees lost it when "Me and Bobby McGee" was next. As did we.


"Here Comes That Rainbow Again" gave us some of the hope that we so desperately need right now, and "Best Of All Possible Worlds" made us yearn for exactly that. Kristofferson was in fine voice, and his gently accompanying himself on acoustic guitar was all that was needed to bring these song stories to life. He was in high spirits, shouting little "Woos!" after songs, mugging to the lyrics and offering little asides like, "True story!" There were rare glimpses that he was really 80, like wearing a brace on his wrist to play, and when he said, "I had a clever ending when that was recorded, but I forgot it and I'm too old to care." Which only made us love and cherish him even more.

"Help Me Make It Through The Night" nearly killed Sweet D and I, and when I glanced over at her, I saw that she too had her hand over her heart, eyes glistening in full swoon. It couldn't be helped. We were already treasuring our memory while it was happening. I think everyone was. "Casey's Last Ride" was a vivid picture of outlaw love, and Wow - when he played "Nobody Wins" ... well, it could have been written that very morning. Give it another listen.

At this point an overzealous Busser was clanking dishes off the table right in front of us. Like DURING that song. Sweet D said, "Kris Kristofferson is playing RIGHT. THERE." to me after we shared our eye roll ... Kids today. They have no idea. This was followed by Kristofferson saying that a man up front had fallen asleep. Good thing I didn't see who. The venue was definitely beneath the absolute Mount Rushmore-worthy man that sings about our real America - and always has. The word I associate with him most (other than heartthrob) is "Freedom". To me, he embodies American freedom, and the struggle to preserve that sacred treasure.


"From Here To Forever" again made us wistful for the youthful Kristofferson, just so we could enjoy him longer on this planet. There were all walks of life in this audience, and I'm pretty sure we were all feeling the same way. "Broken Freedom Song" again spoke to my soul about that elusive freedom. "Loving Her Was Easier" ... Well, it really doesn't get much better on this earthly plane.

There was a brief intermission - where more dishes were cleared and more martinis were consumed - and then Kristofferson was back, again with no fanfare. "I'd Rather Be Sorry" was more of the hopelessly romantic genius that made us fall for KK long ago. Rita Coolidge was one of the luckiest women to ever live. I swear.

"They Killed Him" was a song that Kristofferson was proud to say had been recorded by Bob Dylan with a children's choir, and it was lovely. "Jody and The Kid" pulled on our heartstrings. "The Pilgrim" was perfect. "Jesus Was A Capricorn" earned shouts of approval, that we could all be more like Jesus right about now. "The Promise" made us love him even more, especially when he said, "It says I'm supposed to play harmonica here, but I don't feel like it. And I forgot the end. Too many blows to the head." Still ... fine by us. Kristofferson has chord changes that are very significantly his, and my heart swells at every one. And the minor notes - Ugh. They kill me.

"To Beat The Devil" showed off Kristofferson's wit, and "Sunday Morning Coming Down" showed off his history. That one was a real crowd pleaser ... but wait. They all were. Like "The Silver Tongued Devil" that is so perfectly his song. I'm well aware that I'm gushing, but when someone is your ALL TIME FAVORITE ... Oh, well. "For The Good Times" began the eyes welling, and "A Moment Of Forever" (my personal favorite) added the lump in the throat. "Why Me, Lord?" pleaded above for help, and again was completely perfect for a soundtrack of today.  People went nuts clapping and shouting as Kristofferson shouted a firm, "Thank you!" He left the stage, but came right back for "One more". Which was "Please Don't Tell Me How The Story Ends".

As Kristofferson brought the song home, he SHOUTED the song's title, signaling that he's been thinking about all of it a lot. The state of the world, and his own life ... and how it all ends. Like Kristofferson, I'm not ready. Don't tell me. And until then, let's celebrate living legends, music, and the FREEDOM that we all still have.

Kris Kristofferson ... Thank you so much for this wonderful, classic, moment of forever with you. *Oh, and PLEASE make some mercy for us to remember these shows by! There never is any and we can never believe it. We want to wear you proudly. Thanks! xxx

**Top photo courtesy of Tasteofcountry.com because it's perfect.





Sunday, April 15, 2012

Woody Guthrie Centennial Celebration Show - This Land Is Your Land

Woody Guthrie would have been 100 years old this year, and there was a BIG old party for him last night at the Club Nokia in Los Angeles. Because it was Los Angeles, we dealt with the usual trifecta of traffic, long lines and confused box office workers, so we were late to the show, but were in good company as Steve Earle and Tim Robbins straggled in with us too, and seemed just as excited to get in. I learned a lot about Woody Guthrie from my friend, Tom Morello, so was most excited to see him be a part of such an epic show.


It was kind of great that one of my very favorite songs was being played by Sarah Lee Guthrie (Woody's granddaughter) and her husband, Johnny Irion, right when I walked in - "California Stars". It's one of those that just puts you in a good mood right away, and set the tone for the entire evening of great music. The very diverse in age (and outfits) crowd clapped along to "Union Maid" and it was clear that everyone in that room had learned from and revered Mr. Woody Guthrie.

Joe Henry came out next and said maybe my favorite line of the night, that "Woody's job was to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable." Excellent. He sang a song about Jesus, accompanied by very pretty mandolin, then was joined by Jackson Browne for "New York Town", which cracked people up with its lines, I can get more women than a passenger train can haul and I've get more lovers than the Civil War set free. Player.

Dawes came on, and it was noted by them and the audience that it was good to have a young band on the bill, as it shows how very influential Guthrie was and remains to American music. They opened up with a good, railroad-y sounding version of "Hard Travelin'" that was very well received, then Jackson Browne joined them for a similar sounding take on "Goin' Down The Road". For their last song, they played one of their own songs called, "A Little Bit Of Everything", and definitely earned themselves some new fans, as the retired-aged ladies in front of me were very down with it.


Legendary L.A. X-Man, John Doe gave us some "Dustbowl Stuff" as he put it, and sang "Vigilante Man"... which was dirty, dusty and rad. Doe was in strong voice, and sounded even better when joined by his "Spiritual adviser and card dealer", Cindy Wasserman for "Do Re Mi". He said, "If we forget a line or go out of tune, I figure Woody would approve." But they didn't, and it was wonderful. We enjoyed a simply gorgeous day here in California yesterday, and all these songs about the Guthrie-era California made it feel all the more special here (but don't tell anyone). "So Long It's Been Good To Know Yuh" was great too.

Van Dyke Parks "defined Americana decades before the term was invented" read the evening's program, and when he sat down at the piano, there was respect that you could feel in the room. He began by saying, "For all the McCarthy era put the Guthrie family through, this night is their just reward." He was joined by a cellist and drummer for "Pastures of Plenty" and it was equally heavy and lovely. My land I'll defend with my life if it be, Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free. Yes, Sir.

Tom Morello (The Nightwatchman) was up next, and I was so happy he was a part of this, as I've long thought him to be the heir apparent to fill Woody Guthrie's work boots. From the sound of it in there, I'm not alone. His work with the Occupy Movement/s and Union battles around the country seemed to have made him better known among this crowd than his other gig with Rage Against The Machine. His trusty "Whatever It Takes" guitar plugged in to play "Tom Joad", very much a story song, much like the songs in the Nightwatchman's own repertoire. Wherever people ain't free, Wherever men are fightin' for their rights, That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma. That's where I'm a-gonna be." And Tom always is.


Tom's band, The Freedom Fighter Orchestra (Carl Restivo, Dave Gibbs, Eric Gardner) joined him for the next one, meaning it was going to Rock. Out. "I'd like to dedicate this to the only Boss worth listening to", Tom said to introduce Springsteen's "Ghost Of Tom Joad". By now I think of as Tom's song too, so inspiring and passionate it is each time he plays it. He has made it his very own with the electric guitar solo that blows everyone away every single time. I've seen it a lot and still get chills. It's HEAVY, and brought the entire Club Nokia to its feet at song's end, and got two raised fists from the Grandma in front of me. Youtube it sometime, it is SICK. Everyone in there is talking about it today, I promise you.


Nora Guthrie, Woody's daughter, has a whole bunch of lyrics in the family archives, but they don't all have music. She gave Tom the lyrics and he created the music for the next one, his "first revolutionary love song", called "Ease My Revolutionary Mind". He was joined by his "Choir of Angels", Dawes, Jackson Browne, Van Dyke Parks, and Graham Nash (who FFO member, Carl Restivo shared a mic with and said he was a "vocal harmony paintbrush") for this great song, with lines like I want a union working woman, I want a progressive liberous woman, I want a nice progressive mama, and Tom added, A WOODY GUTHRIE LOVIN' WOMAN, To ease my revolutionary mind. There was another scorcher of a Morello solo, and then it was time for intermission, which we really needed by then. Whiskey was called for.

When we returned, Grammy Museum Director, Robert Santelli brought up Woody Guthrie's first wife, Mary, to rousing applause. She was adorable, and it was moving to everyone there to see her so honored. The entire family are American treasures, and so deserving of such an evening of music, celebration and love.


That music returned with a set by Joel Rafael, a big Guthrie aficionado, who has also been given lyrics by Nora Guthrie to set to music, and he played his "Your Sandal String", a song about John The Baptist. Graham Nash joined him for another Guthrie collaboration song, "Sierra Blanca Massacre" and they were all feeling it.



THEN, they introduced the man I've looked up to the most since I was six years old, Mr. Kris Kristofferson! I think I blew out an older gent's eardrum with my whistle, but he said, "It's ok, I love that you love him". That's the spirit! He played "Plane Wreck at Los Gatos", which was perfect, of course, and then his song he said was inspired by Woody Guthrie, "Here Comes That Rainbow Again"... Sigh. Joe Henry and Graham Nash joined him for "Ramblin' Round" and you just didn't want it to end. Three is not enough from Kristofferson, ever.


Nash stayed on and played a new song of his inspired by Bradley Manning, the army private whistle blower that Nash picked up his pen to defend. The place was really listening, really CARING, as he sang, Tell the truth, it will set you free. Amen.


Jackson Browne came on with co-writer, Rob Wasserman on bass, and Sarah Lee Guthrie and Johnny Irion as his backup singers, for another Woody lyrics collaboration song, "You Know The Night". It was written as a letter from Guthrie to his wife, Marjorie, and Browne said he had a hard time cutting it down. He must have, because it was one of the longest songs in the world, but all of it was sure pretty. Browne has also been at many of the Occupy events, and wrote a song especially for that movement, called "Which Side Are You On?" It nailed it, lyrically and how they threw it down.


Now it was Ramblin' Jack Elliot's turn. As someone who knew Woody, played with Woody, lived with Woody and even babysat his kids, he was the elder statesman of the night, in his red satin shirt and cowboy hat, and a real character (and flirt, I was later to find out).


He didn't want any pictures taken, "If I see a red light, I stop, but you can take a picture of me naked on a bucking horse in the back alley after". Haa! He also wanted the teleprompter shut off, which I dug. He gave us "Pretty Boy Floyd" and its line, You won't never see an outlaw drive a family from their home got huge applause and Ramblin' Jack got himself a standing ovation.

Sarah Lee and Johnny came back on and told us that Woody died on October 3rd, 1967 at 55. He's remembered as the "Guy who told you what you already knew." They played "Another Man's Done Gone" with its perfectly true verse, Sometimes I think I´m gonna lose my mind, But it don´t look like I ever do, I loved so many people everywhere I went, Some too much, others not enough. Doesn't that just about sum up life exactly? Browne, Rafael, and Nash came back to join Sarah Lee and Johnny on the delightful, "No Church Tonight" which saw Tom Morello and a clearly smitten Nora Guthrie spontaneously slow dancing around the edge of the stage. Special.


The whole night actually reminded me a lot of Morello's own Justice Tour shows (which I've been lucky enough to document for him and they remain the best thing I've been a part of), where a whole slew of music stars come together and put on a show for the ages. Each plays a few individual songs, people jam with each other, then they all come together at the end for an all-star jam. Tonight those jams were extra great because they were done by legends in honor of a legend. "This Train Is Bound For Glory" had everyone back out, singing and playing together, and the smiles could not have been bigger on the faces of the artists, or the audience, and everyone danced together, on stage and in their seats.


"This Land Is Your Land" is the signature song of Woody Guthrie's, and would be this event's last song. It is appropriate that Morello took the lead on this, as he ends all of his own shows with this classic, always with the censored verses intact, and tonight was no different. As we all sang along, Morello got everyone from octogenarian's to babies, front to back, to jump together as ONE, in celebration of the man that made it his life's work to remind us even today, decades after his death, that this land WAS made for YOU and ME. ALL of us.


What a special night! What a special man Woody Guthrie was! What a special country we live in! We have to not only remember that, but fight for it. Not only celebrate it, but DO SOMETHING about it. Every single day that we're given is an opportunity to better it all, and nights like this serve as divine inspiration. Thank you so much to everyone involved in creating such a momentous occasion, and Thank you, Woody Guthrie! You were indeed bound for glory.


AND - as a special bonus (THANK YOU TOM!!!), look who hung out after the show:


That's right. A progressive liberous woman and Kris Kristofferson. Glory.


*Sorry for junky photos ... they weren't allowed. Woody would like that too, right?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Kris Kristofferson & Merle Haggard Together at The Greek

Very exciting music week last week, for sure. Topped off by the complete joy that is seeing Mr. Kris Kristofferson play live. If you've been introduced to me, you already know that he is my favorite. Always has been. So it was that I went off to the Greek Theater with my fellow Kris lover, Sweet D, for our third KK show together (!), this time in an evening with both Kris and Merle Haggard playing together. To a crowd of obvious disciples, so it was like a big honky tonk party the whole time.


A party that we were late to, because traffic in L.A. is ridiculous always, but especially on a Friday of a long weekend. We finally got there and all squared away just in time to hear the opening chords of "Me and Bobby McGee"! We were thrilled, more so as we walked down and down and down to our very excellent seats that let us see every cool expression that crossed the legends' faces the entire night. Kris sang, "Good enough for me ... and Janis" in a shout-out to his dearly departed friend who made that song famous. The audience was rowdy, and more than into it, calling out requests, hooting and hollering when their favorites were played, and laughing at every quip out of Kris and Merle's mouths. They pretty much alternated their songs, but sang together on them all, backed up by Merle's backing band, The Strangers. "This next one's for all the drunks in the crowd", {Hoots! Hollers!} said Merle to introduce, "Tonight The Bottle Let Me Down". Though the voices have grown a little shakier, and the playing a little creakier, and they use teleprompters for the lyrics these days, these old friends were clearly having the time of their lives playing together again, and thus, so were all of us listening.

It was classic after classic all night, with each song getting its due yells from the superfans. Merle - "Silver Wings". Kris - "Loving Her Was Easier" (a favorite of mine - I won't lie - there were tears). Then a cover of their mutual friend, Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues" that had people up and dancing and raising their glasses in the air. Merle and Kris were cracking each other up all night, and we laughed along with them. "I remember when women would cook and chop wood", said Merle. I bet he does too.


Kris - "Here Comes That Rainbow Again". Sigh. And "For all the working men", Merle played his "Working Man Blues". Very timely considering the lack of jobs right now, and the entire country mobilizing to protest our corrupt banks and corporations. People sang along with gusto, and deservedly. Ahhh, "Sing Me Back Home" from Kris, which had Sweet D and I elbowing each other at how for real absolutely dreamY that Kristofferson still is. The best.

"The most fantastic thing about a show with me and Kris is that we're both out of jail at the same time ... or the hospital", wise-cracked Merle, before launching into his "30 Again". It made us kind of sad to hear these guys singing about their hey-days so wistfully, but also served as a reminder to live it UP while you can, man.


There is such clear mutual affection between these guys, that you just loved them both. I never really got into Merle before (saw him open for Bob Dylan a few years ago and kind of shrugged about it after), but now I'm a fan. He's funny and sweet and talented and yeah, I get it now.


"This one's for my kids ... and their Mamas", said Kris to begin another favorite, "From Here To Forever". Just lovely. There was a little old man in The Strangers that stood up to play his lap steel guitar during this one, which was kind of precious. As a retort to Kris, Merle introduced his next one by saying, "I wrote this one for MY Mama", bending Kris over laughing. "Mama Tried" was another party song that everyone knew and sang along with. Then Kris's great, "The Pilgrim". I'm trying to keep the gushing to a minimum, but Come ON with this man! Merle picked up his fiddle (that he rules at) for "Working In Tennessee", a story about losing his guitar in the Nashville floods. That's the thing with these great singer/songwriters - they're telling actual STORIES, not just cobbling together random words and beats. You can picture everything happening as you go along with them through their tales. I love it.


"You notice how good it smells in this hall?", said Kris as there was a pervasive, unmistakable wafting of weed over the proceedings throughout the chill, autumn night in the hills. That was perfect timing for "Sunday Morning Coming Down" and when he got to the part where he sings, "Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned ...", Kris smiled and nodded to the crowd, prompting a guy in the front row to blow so much smoke towards the band that I thought it was a smoke machine. The whole place laughed, and it looked like Kris and Merle breathed a little deeper on that tune.


"I was the only one who knew the words, and it had to be written", said Merle in reference to his hit,"Okie From Muskogee". It was Merle's BIG crowd pleaser, especially when HE got to the line, "We don't smoke marijuana ..." where he stopped and said, "In the old days you would never hear the WORD marijuana on a microphone", to which the front row guy responded with another giant cloud of smoke. "We got drunk like God wants us to do" ... earned more yells and a toast in unison from the whole place. As I mentioned at the outset, it was a party.

For the last song of the night (as there was no encore, sadly), Kris and Merle harmonized beautifully on "Why Me?" Hear:

Why me Lord, what have I ever done

To deserve even one

Of the pleasures I've known

Tell me Lord, what did I ever do

That was worth loving You

Or the kindness You've shown


... And try to come up with someone who just nails it lyrically every time like Kris Kristofferson does. Not easy. He is an American Treasure. I keep waiting for that Kristofferson autobiography, as you just know it will be the most interesting, riveting read ever. For real.


They took their bows to raucous cheering. "God Bless! What a great crowd!", said Kris before departing the stage, and he was right. This was a party crowd, and an appreciative one as well. We yelled for more, but it was not to be this time.

Lights up, stars out, a glorious night indeed. Though we didn't hear it this time, this night will most certainly be added in "For The Good Times".




*Photos by Alexina Matisse and Harry Wilson
*Video by Alexina Matisse