by Scott Balikian
When Kris Kristofferson’s latest CD came across my coworker’s desk, I swiped it. So the guy isn’t that great of an actor. So what if he hasn’t released an album since 1996. I’m a fan… of sorts. Planet of the Apes RULED. Ok, anyway. I’m not really getting in to this CD. I’ve read the other reviews. Everyone seems to like it. “Stripped down” “Intimate” blah diddy blah blah blah. If anyone else made this recording it wouldn’t have made it out of their living room, let alone across the desks of hundreds of “industry” people worldwide. Don’t get me wrong… Apparently this thing is considered the Dead Sea Scrolls compared to his more recent offerings, but I would have felt cheated had I purchased it.
I tried to hit the New West party at SXSW this past year. I was kind of excited cause I’ve dug it in the past and this was the first I had an official invite. After 25 precious SXSW minutes in line, I realized why we were standing there. A gleaming white limo rolls up, pushing a hundred poorly dressed indie kids away, and out pops Kris, heading inside for his gig. Ok, so it more like 3 indie kids, but the limo was gleaming. I swear. Continuing to stand in line, my friend and I listened to Kris’ show wafting over the roof. It reminded me of my ‘94 SXSW attempt to see Johnny Cash play a private show at Emo’s.