by Craig McDonald
“Wide awake and feeling mortal…
I’ve begun to soon descend,
like the sun into the sea.”
A legendary singer-songwriter, a guitar (—and occasional harmonica—) and one of the greatest country music song catalogues ever composed.
All of that amounts to a moment of forever, which is plenty—surely more than most are ever granted.
I’ve lost count of how many Kris Kristofferson concerts I’ve seen over the years. They’ve tended to have some spaces between: sometimes scant years; sometimes, frustratingly, whole damn decades.
In the beginning, there was a concert with Kris’ full band, back in the day, at the RKO Theater in Columbus.
That must have been circa 1982, because I remember Kris then introducing “Here Comes That Rainbow Again,” as “a new tune, one that may or may not work”—a song inspired by a vignette plucked from John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath.