kris kristofferson

KRIS IS FINISHED . HE DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH AAS AN ARTIST NOW. HE IS GIVING UP HIS GRACE AND CREATIVITY.......

kRIS PLAYED OUT OF TUNE.


As a guitarist, Kris Kristofferson has no grace. He plays out of tune, he sticks to the barest handful of keys and he stumbles through simple chord progressions.


As a singer, he doesn't have much more. His voice is as craggy as his 72-year-old face, and his ability to hit the notes he's aiming for varies from day to day.
As a songwriter, though, he has no peer.
And as a spirit, well, as a spirit, he simply soars.
Kristofferson entranced a healthy house of fans at The Egg Saturday night, rolling out one staggering, absolutely classic song after another.
He didn't really finish any of the songs. He just stopped — often midchord — and said "Thank you" as he cracked a beaming smile.
But those little tics and foibles didn't bother anyone, they just added to the charm.
When Kristofferson finally broke Nashville in the early '70s, after half a decade of struggling and sweeping floors, he did it with songs that married simple yet sturdy melodies with literate, emotionally searing lyrics.
If Hank Williams had lived long enough, he might have written "For The Good Times," "Help Me Make It Through The Night" or "Me and Bobby McGee." But he didn't, so Kristofferson had to write them instead.