Kristofferson Still Has It, All of It
by Genny Haley on 8/25/19Uptown Theatre Napa - NapaRating: 5 out of 5I saw Kris Kristoffersonon on 8/22/19, backed by three of Merle Haggard’s band, The Strangers, at the Uptown Theatre in Napa, had a front row seat (sometimes it’s worth getting up close and personal). For perspective, consider that the last time I had seen him was in 1969 at the Berkeley Folk Festival when he had just recorded “Me and Bobby McGee” and it was not yet a hit. Now, I’m not one who’s given to superlatives, but I’ve got to say the man is a walking, singing anthology of genius and excellence in songwriting. As he went through his catalogue of some of his greatest songs, singing them quite well, (though in a lower range than originally, I’m pretty sure,) I felt like the songs, not the man, were front and center onstage, and he was just the vehicle for transmitting them, telling their stories. I can see why he was chosen as an actor, as that is what acting is all about. And he doesn’t use a persona like Tom Waits—he’s pure Kristofferson. Although he didn’t talk much between songs, he didn’t have to—his smiles, little gestures to his band, and his presence (that ineffable thing that you see on the runway in show dogs who win) said it all. I don’t remember him having that presence as well developed in 1969, which gives me hope that maybe winners aren’t just born that way but work at it till they acquire it. What is similar is his humble, almost bumbling style, which, while it wouldn’t work for most performers, comes across as genuine and endearing in Kristofferson, cutting a musical giant down to human size that the audience can relate to. Now, Kris probably doesn’t need the money, so this tour was about something else—connecting with his peeps (a goodly percentage of which were in the boomer age demographic or older)—giving them the music they grew up on and made love to. He was obviously having fun onstage, being in front of an audience and with a solid band backing him who were highly conversant in the idiom of 60s-70s singer-songwriter country genre, having years of experience with Merle. The Strangers also seemed to be enjoying being onstage with Kris in front of an audience again. They knew their chops and made it all look easy and sound great. They really shared the stage with Kris singing a number of Merle’s songs, alternating with Kris and spelling his voice, so that Kris and The Strangers were able to show their stuff to the advantage of both. This was a concert where the featured performer, the band, and the audience were all happier than pigs wallowing in thick, cool, glorious mud (which, for a pig, is an exalted state of being).
As a songwriter myself, I felt something else was going on besides a fine writer and performer connecting with his audience’s experiences and memories of his songs in their lives. As Kris was singing “Loving Her Was Easier,” I got a strong vibe that the spirits of Mickey Newbury, Merle Haggard, and Guy Clark could have been there, drinks in hand, saying, “What you got?” as they listened to each other’s new songs, nodding, smiling as Kris sang lyrics that just nailed the emotion, the experience, the song style of the era—and afterwards saying, “Damn, Kris, you got that one right!” From all I’ve read and heard, the best songwriters of that era were inspired by each other to continually do better and reach a level of excellence in expressing their experience in song that, to my mind, is unsurpassed to this day. And I got the distinct feeling they are all still here, embodied in Kris now. He wears the mantle of their combined excellence. Which brought me to a somewhat spiritual revelation: We are not lost after we’re gone—we are present in our shared creativity, in the influence our work had and has on our cohorts, and we carry on connecting to others through them as long as one of us is alive to continue our memories and our works. Now, I’m not talking channeling or woo-woo stuff, here, but it seemed like Kris was carrying the onus of all those guys—like they were onstage with him, singing with and through him in the best possible way. Not like a burden or weight, but rather a freeing of all that creativity, an ability to play with it and have fun with it—like in the lyric, “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.” Whatta ya got to lose?—nothing any more, so just go for it! That’s what all those guys were doing there and Kris was just enjoying the hell out of it. As was I. Good show!