Kris Kristofferson and the sad, off-key ravages of time
Bob Gendron, Chicago Tribune
on
Mar 24, 2017
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Kris Kristofferson performs at at City Winery on March 22, 2017 in Chicago.
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CHICAGO -- Few concert experiences are more dispiriting than watching a proven
artist
flounder onstage. Especially when the performer happens to be an icon. His glory
days behind him, Kris Kristofferson played a 95-minute show Wednesday at a
sold-out
City Winery that engendered feelings of pity, discomfort and bewilderment.
Witnessing
the 80-year-old singer-songwriter/actor struggle to get through even a single
verse
without mistakes raised the question of why he chose the solo route -- and put
his
dignity at risk.
To their credit, a majority of those in the audience afforded Kristofferson the
respect
warranted by a legend and leeway justified by his age. While dozens of people
left
during the two sets and intermission, many warmly applauded, recognizing the
toll
time takes on musicians dependent on their voice.
Yet Kristofferson sounded ravaged, his once-flinty tone decimated and his
deliveries
reduced to croaks and wheezes. Frail and off-key, he often barely managed to get
words out of his mouth. Relying on scrolled lyrics, he recited more than he
sang,
the approach worsened by abrupt halts and throat-clearing breaks. The rough,
weather-beaten
results -- full of creaks, crevasses and crags -- made for an extremely
difficult
listen.
Kristofferson's guitar skills fared no better. Akin to his singing, the acoustic
instrument remained out of tune. He fumbled to find the right chords and
maintain
melody. Bum notes and reverberating strings distracted from the songs' poetry.
Kristofferson's
picking appeared random and uncertain, unable to follow any pattern. On multiple
occasions, the Texas native tilted his head and stared at his left hand, as if
the
action might somehow cure the problems. Another guitarist, who could provide
steadiness
and facilitate storytelling banter, was sorely needed.
Tragically, Kristofferson realized his shortcomings and tried to joke about
them.
By doing so, however, he threatened to turn himself into a punch line at his own
concert. Multiple remarks -- "That was horrible"; "There's no point in playing
when
you can't play, it's over"; "The only thing that matches my singing is my guitar
playing" -- and the revelation that he forgot he was wearing a harmonica around
his
neck didn't seem humorous. Neither did his bizarre laughter during serious
moments.
Instead, it all came across as painfully awkward and matter-of-fact.
Particularly
given Kristofferson's recent battles with memory loss.
For all the challenges, the outlaw-country veteran enjoyed a handful of
consistent
segments during the second set. Kristofferson personally connected with "Sunday
Mornin'
Comin' Down," "Why Me" and "The Pilgrim: Chapter 33." He also framed "Please
Don't
Tell Me How the Story Ends" as a built-to-last farewell. Too bad it arrived amid
such lamentable circumstances.
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