Kris Kristofferson has led a rich and
colorful life. And, at 76, he’s still going. Kristofferson’s latest album, Feeling Mortal,
is as soul-baring as anything he’s ever recorded, his craggy voice,
modest guitar strums and emotionally naked words as penetrating as
they’ve ever been.
It's hard to remember a time when Kris Kristofferson wasn't a singing/songwriting icon and ubiquitous entertainment presence. But long before his work as both a songwriter and performer was recognized for its inherent greatnes, his songs were translated by some of the most potent voices in musical achievement.
Before I push on to this week's album reviews, I feel compelled to add my condolences to the many thousands being offered in the wake of Ronnie James Dio's passing. As a teenager discovering FM radio in the '70s, I came across a sound one night that was unlike anything I'd heard before: blazing hard rock guitars, thundering bass, hall-of-the-mountain-king drumming and, rising above it all, that soaring, otherworldly voice. The DJ announced it as a song from the new Elf album, and I had a new favorite band. His later work with Rainbow and the resurrected Black Sabbath cemented Dio's place in music history.
It's been a couple of days since the end of MidPoint, and I still feel as though I bodysurfed a tsunami. Two thoughts occurred almost simultaneously when I finished my review of Saturday night's final shows: "Man, I'm glad I don't have to go out tonight," followed by, "Man, I can't wait until next year." In the meantime, let's spin some new albums from Madness, Blackberry Smoke, Dennis Diken with Bell Sound, Will Hoge and Kris Kristofferson.
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