KRIS KRISTOFFERSON, The Peabody Hotel, Memphis, Tennessee 1996.
One of my all time favourite songs is Kris Krisofferson’s Sunday Morning Coming Down.
I’ve played this song, if not on the turntable, then through the canyons of my mind, many times the morning after a night on the town.
These are the first and last verses of Sunday Morning Coming Down, to give you a flavour of where I’m coming from.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down.
Whilst staying in the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, I entered the ballroom to watch Jerry Lee Lewis in concert, and was surprised and delighted to see Kris Kristofferson standing before me. We looked each other up and down and then smiled at the same time – we were both wearing the same style of black leather jacket with black t-shirts, Levis and black cowboy boots.
He was quickly ushered away by a radio crew who were setting up an interview with him. It was to take place in a dark corner of the room and I thought that if I wanted to get a photo of Kris, I’d best do it now. I walked over just as the interview started and pointed my camera and mouthed, ‘Okay?’ Kristofferson held up his hand to stop the proceedings and let me take a couple of shots. Fortunately I had a roll of 3200 asa film loaded, which allows photographs to be taken in poor light and gives a lovely grainy feel.
This photograph hangs on my wall next to an original movie poster for Sam Peckinpah’s Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid, which stars Kris Kristofferson and is up there as one of my favourite movies.