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Kristofferson Headlining National Fiddlers HOF ft SCOTT JOSS November 20, 2020

THE NATIONAL FIDDLER HALL OF FAME ANNUAL GALA CONCERT IS ON!

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: PLEASE READ! The National Fiddler Hall of Fame induction scheduled for Friday, November 20th has been POSTPONED. With the increase in Covid cases and that affecting travel plans for so many, the decision was made to reschedule the ceremony for sometime in April when more of us can attend, and possibly even Kris can be there in person. Though it is disappointing that Scott will not be inducted this weekend, he (and all of us really) think this is the right decision. So come April 2021 – we will celebrate BIG TIME in PERSON and be there to share in Scott’s success. I can hardly wait! If you have tickets for the Gala, please contact either The Mabee Center or The National Fiddler Hall of Fame for more information on whether the tickets will automatically transfer or if refunds are available – LWR

We have all been waiting for Scott Joss and other 2020 inductees 2020 inductees Shoj Tabuchi/Dale Morris and Don Richwith a host of other talented greats to shine at this famed event.

Scott Joss’ International Fans

Kris’ fans have been avidly following Scott since he wowed and woed audiences worldwide during their tour last year (with the Strangers) through dates and miles that took them from the USA through Europe to Down Under.

Now Kris will be supporting Scott (virtually from Hawaii) and supporting his talented band member and friend during his induction into the National Fiddler Hall of Fame.

Scott Joss is a talented solo artist with several albums and awards of his own. The world class, distinctive fiddler has suported and shared the stage with icons like Dwight Yoakam, Merle Haggard and more. This is Scott’s night, and we only guess at how pleased Kris must be to honour him now. Indeed, he has already featured on Scott’s latest album.

The steller lineup and more details about the event are on the Mabee Website, which says this about Scott:

Scott Joss was often praised as the “heir to the Bakersfield throne” because of his early association with Tiny Moore and Merle Haggard and his later affiliation with Buck Owens and Dwight Yoakam. Born in Long Beach and raised in Redding, Joss was a native Californian whose roots ran deep. He learned to play fiddle from Jana Jae, the one-time wife and fiddle player for Buck Owens & His Buckaroos. Befriended by one of Bob Wills’ surviving Playboys, Tiny Moore, Joss was encouraged to develop his talent on a professional level after winning numerous California State Fiddle Championships. In 1980, at the age of 18, he got the call from Haggard. His first show as one of the Strangers was at Carnegie Hall. Still a little green, Joss returned to Redding to continue working on his performance skills before joining up with Merle and the band on the road. While with the Strangers, Joss spent time with Bakersfield guitarman Roy Nichols, who saw great promise in the young fiddle player.

Leaving the road and Merle was a hard decision, but Joss wanted to begin work on a band of his own. After moving to Sacramento, he hooked up with Dennis Barney, another California player from the early days. Barney, who became mentor and friend to the fledgling frontman, showed Joss the ropes and became a member of his band. After playing around California for a while, Joss was spotted by Pete Anderson, who produced, arranged, led the band, and played guitar for Dwight Yoakam. Bringing Joss into the fold in 1988 allowed Anderson to keep an eye on him and his career growth. Commuting between Sacramento and Los Angeles became a way of life for Yoakam’s fiddle player and harmony vocalist. On the road and in the studio, Joss had a full-time job as a member of the Babylonian Cowboys. Still, whenever he was in Sacramento he would pull together Barney, brother-in-law Don Weeks, and some other players and work on his solo venture. Eight years after signing on with Yoakam, Anderson and respected L.A. producer/engineer/bassman Dusty Wakeman (Rosie Flores, Dwight Yoakam, the Lonesome Strangers, Reach Around) took Joss into the all new Mad Dog Studios to start work on his first solo project.

Souvenirs was released in 1996 and hit Gavin’s Americana chart with all the force of a fast moving train, landing at number seven. Top cuts included two Jim Lauderdale songs, “Stay Out of My Arms,” a traditional shuffle, and the anthemic “Doin’ Time in Bakersfield.” Also included was one Joss original, “I Never Got Anywhere With You,” which proved that Scott Joss was indeed a worthy successor to Buck, Merle, and all the rest who created the Bakersfield sound.

Official Information

Visit the website for information about the full lineup and how to grab a ticket for the 20 November, 2020.

There are various packages on offer, and it’s the big one! The MUST event of 2020.

Happy Reunion

Kris Kristofferson, to help induct his violin virtuoso Scott Joss, will be performing songs “Why Me Lord” and “Help Me Make It Through The Night” virtually in distance, but personally in spirit. The two have travelled a long way together, after all.

Fan Thanks

Scott Joss can be found on all of the well known social media sites, but for the best information and some inside tales, checkout his Fan Group. Huge thanks to Lisa Wisnoski Robbins and Carol Roshkind for their tireless effort in creating a bridge for Scott’s fans to reach out to him (any messages and congratulations will be seen by Scott himself), and again to Carol for her uncanny ability to capture the best photographs and footage of Kris, Scott (and other artists) – as well as her kind generosity in sharing her material with fans who are unable to attend gigs.

‘Photo credit Carol Roshkind

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Dolly Holly : Country Christmas

Kris Kristofferson and Dolly Parton have a lot in common. They write, sing, act and are passionate about helping others. They’ve worked together on many projects over the years, and both write lyrics about their lives – Mostly.

Jerry Lee Lewis’ 85th birthday bash (streamed live earlier this week) reminded me of just how fortunate we are to have these talented, hard working artists writing and singing about lives that often seem to mirror our own.

The livestream gave fans a rare opportunity to see Kris (we haven’t been able to see him lately due to lockdown). Kris and his wife, Lisa, are both looking healthy, happy and fabulous.

Dolly Does it For …

Working with Kris is just one tiny section in Dolly Parton’s CV. Dolly has worked with almost every artist I can think of. A recent article says she has written around 3000 songs, with something like 500 recorded either by herself or with others like Whitney Houston, Merle Haggard, Willie Nelson, Emmylou Harris, Glen Campbell, Linda Ronstadt and Kris Kristofferson. The music industry has been especially hard hit in recent times, and many great artists are suddenly no longer with us anymore.

Very few people I have spoken to are fans of 2020. There is consensus that it’s been a nasty, grim and monotonous year with flashes of aggression, violence and general lack across the world. Grinding misery, disappointment and repeat upsets are horrible – and yet Country music has always sprung from times like these. Perhaps the Joyful Noise that music can tease from our spirit is more precious in times of adversity?

There is something about long term, repeat problems and intermittently devastating explosions of drama that seem to provide the best canvas for special songs – The ones that provide hope and comfort for a season, and then just keep on giving.

Holly Dolly Christmas

Dolly’s new album, A Holly Dolly Christmas has just been released, and it’s flown right up to the top of the charts. It debuted at No. 1!

Dolly said, about her songwriting,

“I used to love to go to graveyards, read somebody’s name on their stone and wonder what their story was. It’s kind of embedded in me to make up songs and stories.”

Dolly Parton – from the linked post

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Dolly Parton, Songteller: My Life in Lyrics 

Then she stole his song – Um, No! However, Dolly did write a book. It’s due out 17 November, and I think the bumper 400 page co-write (with Robert Oermann) will be an uplifting treat.

Dolly’s new book is due out on the 17th November in hardcover or for Kindle.

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Kris Kristofferson Live 27 October 2020 by Videolink

Kris Kristofferson is joining many other famous artists in celebrating Jerry Lee Lewis’ 85 years. You can join in to.

27 October, 2020, 7pm to 9pm CST. Free to RSVP. Link below. Hope to see you there 🙂

Featured pic is a poster from May 9th 1982 when the friends and legends gathered at Tennessee Performing Arts Center Nashville, Tennessee for an exclusive celebration. 

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Gone Are The Days

by Kris Kristofferson

The man in the white shirt stopped talking and ground a cigarette into an ash tray. The other ten men that filled up the dimly lit living room sat in silence. Then one of them spoke up.

“How come you picked Willis, Dad?” He was younger than the rest of the men in the room, thin and raw-boned, and though his face was expressionless, his eyes looked worried.

“Why?” the man in the white shirt asked. “You know him, Chet?” All the eyes in the room were turned on the young man, who was leaning forward in his chair, looking down at his hands.

“Yeah, I worked with him for Clemson before I went into the service,” he said, and he felt his throat tighten as he looked up. “How come you picked him?” His father looked at him for a few moments, then started fishing for a cigarette.

“Hell, no particular reason, I guess. It’s just he’s done better than most, and I think they all look up to him.” He paused to light the cigarette. “And he lives out on the old Point Murietta road, not right in the middle of niggertown.”

“Yeah, I know,” Chet said. No one said anything until one of the men laughed and said,

“Well, Chet, I guess this isn’t exactly a top-notch homecomin’ for a boy that’s been out of touch so long.” They all laughed a little, and the man said, “You know, Carlton, that boy’s getting to look more like you than you do,” and they all laughed again, nervously, and got up to leave. Chet’s father looked at his watch.

“We’ll meet at your garage at eight thirty, Harry,” he said. “That gives us two hours. The rest of you spread the word around and tell them to be on time. You don’t need to bring gasoline, because we’ll have enough at the garage.” The men nodded, and filed out of the house.

When they were gone, Chet said, “I think I’ll head on down to Burke’s for a while.”

“Hell, we got anything here you want to drink,” his father said.

“No, I kinda want to look up some of the old crowd.”

“Sure, you go ahead son.” He paused, “You have your watch with you?”

“Yeah,” he said, and he stepped out of the door.

He got into his car, a 46 Ford coupe, and headed into town. He had a sick feeling as he drove along, and he turned the wind wing so that the air hit him in the face. His hands felt moist on the steering wheel, and he didn’t drive fast.

When he pulled up near the bar, he saw there were a lot of cars outside. He got out and walked to the door, which he pushed open. Inside, he made his way toward the bar.

“Chet, you old sonofabitch! I heard you were back. How the hell are you?” one of the young men at the bar said as he turned around on his stool. A few others called their greetings. Chet sat down at the bar.

“Oh, pretty good, I guess. I’m still getting used to this easy living.”

“I’ll bet you hated like hell to get out of the goddam’ army. I did a hitch in there too, you know.” Chet laughed.

“Yeah, it was tough, but I’ll manage.” The bartender came up and Chet ordered a beer.

“How’s your old man these days?” the young man asked.

“Just fine,” he said. The bartender brought the beer and Chet sipped at it. The other man lowered his voice.

“I guess you know all about the party last night. I understand your Daddy’s doing the organizing.” They didn’t look at each other, but Chet caught the eyes of the other men in the mirror behind the bar.

“Yeah,” he said.

“That’s really some house that nigger’s got.”

“Yeah,” Chet said. He felt his throat tighten and he caught himself. “It seems like a damned shame, after he went to so much work building it,” he said calmly. “Hell, he doesn’t even send his kids to the school, anyway, does he?”

“Naw, but that’s not the point.” The other man looked down at his beer. “Anyway, you know where he got the money, don’t you? He got it pimpin’; at least most of it. And all them goddam’ niggers got together and helped him build it. He didn’t pay to have it built.” Another man at the bar said in a lowered voice,

“That’s the way they do all their building. One of them will do the labor on another one’s house, and he pays him back by doing the carpentry on his place. So they do it pretty cheap.” Chet smiled and attempted a laugh.

“Cheap to you and me, maybe, but you can bet your sweet ass that Willis has damn near everythin’ wrapped up in that house.” The first man looked at him.

“Yeah, but you can’t look at it that way. I mean thinkin’ about it personally. It’s a thing that’s got to be done, and it’s just too bad it has to happen to him.” A man at the end of the bar said out loud,

“It’s all right with me if he don’t own a thing but that goddam’ house. I never liked the bastard anyway.” They laughed, and the bartender told them to keep it down. Chet lowered his voice.

“What if somebody gets hurt?” he said. “You know there could be a lot of trouble about that.” The other man laughed.

“I wouldn’t lose any sleep over that,” he said quietly. “You sound almost worried about that nigger.”

“Oh, hell,” Chet said. He drained the rest of his beer.

“Come on, we’re going to go round up some more of the gang. Manny and a bunch of them are down at the union hall.”

“You go ahead on,” Chet said. “You don’t need me.”

“Well, you’ll be there, won’t you?”

“I don’t know; I might and I might not.”

“Well, I thought you’d be going, seeing as how your Daddy’s kind of running things,” the other said. “But suit yourself.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t going for sure,” Chet said. “I just don’t feel too hot.” The others filed out of the barroom. Chet sat alone at the bar and ordered another beer.

It was seven thirty by the clock over the mirror, and his hands started to sweat again. In an hour they’d be moving toward Willis’s house in pickups, and Willis wouldn’t know anything about it till he heard them coming.

He couldn’t do anything about it even if he knew, Chet thought, but it didn’t help much. But he knew he was taking the easy way out. He nursed the same beer until ten after eight, and the bartender said,

“You better take off, son, if you’re goin’ to catch up with your friends.” Chet pushed the glass away and paid the bartender; then he went out to his car. He got in and spun it out into the street, heading it toward Harry’s Garage; then he changed his mind and swung a U-turn in the middle of the street.

His mouth felt dry, and he licked his lips as he headed out of town toward the Point Murietta road. Once on the road he floored the accelerator, and when he had gone five miles he screeched to a stop, in front of a house with a white picket fence around it.

He started to get out, then he changed his mind and pulled the car up the road about a hundred yards, by a row of acacia trees. He jumped out and ran back through the dust he’d kicked up.

He couldn’t open the latch on the gate, so he vaulted over the fence and ran up the steps to the porch. A light went on over his head as he pounded on the door, and a Negro woman opened the door slightly. “What do you want?” she asked.

“I’ve got to see Johnny,” he said.

She turned away from the door, and he went in. A tall, well-built Negro of about thirty-five or forty stood up as he walked into the living room.

“Well! Chet, when’d you get out of the Army? Come on in, boy, an’ have a seat.”

“I haven’t got time to talk, Johnny,” he said, breathing heavily. “There’s a gang coming up here tonight, in about fifteen minutes, and they mean to set fire to your house. What time is it now?” The woman said,

“Oh,” and started to cry, and Johnny said dully,

“Eight twenty.”

“Well, they’ll get here in about fifteen minutes. I don’t know how many of them; probably close to fifty.” The Negro didn’t say anything. He just stood staring past Chet. After a while he said,

“Well, I appreciate your telling me this, boy.”

“Well, you’d better get what you can and move out,” Chet said. “There’s no time to stand around talking.” He wiped his hands on his trousers. The Negro just stood there.

“I’m not goin’ nowhere.” Chet’s mouth opened. He started to say something, then he didn’t.

“Look, you don’t know what they’re liable to do when they get all liquored up and excited like that,” he said. “You’ve got to think about your wife and kids, Johnny.”

“This is my house, Chet; I cain’t leave it.” He turned to the woman. “Go tell Alma to come here.” She left the room and returned with a young girl of about eighteen. The girl was not pretty, but she had an attractive, fully developed body. “There’s a gang of whites goin’ to be here in a few minutes,” he said simply, “an’ it won’t do for you to be around. Take the rest of the chil’ren and head on up the back road and get on in to town to one of your friends.”

She left the room.

“Johnny, you can’t stay here, there’s no tellin’ what they might do to you, or -” Chet looked at the woman, “to your wife.”

“This is all I got, Chet.” Chet tried to keep his voice calm.

“Look, you can’t do any good by stayin’. You can’t stop fifty men. You’re liable to get yourself killed.” He swallowed. “I’d talk to them if it’d do any good, but you know it wouldn’t.”

“No, I know,” the Negro said. “But you got to look at it from my side. We’ll do the best we can.” The sound of trucks pulling up in front of the house stopped their talking. “You better get yourself out of here, Chet. If they find you here, you’ve had it.” Chet said,

“For the last time, let’s go. You’ve still got time.”

“You go ahead on,” the Negro said. Chet looked at the two of them and walked out through the back of the house. When he got outside he walked across a field until he came to the row of acacia trees where his car was parked. Then he walked back down the road to the house, where the men were piling out of the pickup trucks.

They were massed in front of the house and a couple of the trucks had their headlights on the front door. Chet moved his way through the crowd. “Howdy, Chet, glad you made it,”

“Howdy, Chet,” people greeted him, and he did not respond. The front door opened and Johnny Willis stepped out, followed by his wife.

“There somethin’ I can do for you folks?” he said. A man in coveralls, a sport jacket, and a hat stepped forward and said,

“We’re goin’ to show you and all the rest of the niggers around here that we mean business about the school.” He turned to the crowd. “Hand me that gasoline.”

He had just gotten the gasoline container in his hand when he was spun around by the big Negro. A smashing blow sent him sprawling, and the whole mob jumped the Negro. He swung furiously, and the first few men went down, but he was finally overwhelmed by the weight of the mob.

The woman screamed as they pounded and kicked him on the ground, and some of the men started sloshing the gasoline on the house. A match was lit, and the walls burst into flame, lighting the front lawn.

Chet saw the blood-streaked face looking at the flames without expression, and then Willis turned and caught his eye, but he couldn’t look him in the face, and he turned and pushed his way back through the mob and went to his car.

He sat in the car staring at the flames that enveloped the house. He felt weak and he had trouble starting the car. Almost unconsciously he headed the car back toward town, taking the dirt road behind the burning house. He stared ahead of him and kept seeing the Negro swinging away at the mob.

I did all I could, he told himself again. I couldn’t have helped him any. Goddam’ him, he should’ve left when I told him to. But he felt rotten. He swung around a corner in the dirt road and stepped on the brakes as his headlights showed a crowd of about fifteen boys, some of them the ones that had been in the bar with him, in the middle of the road.

Then he saw the girl. It was Alma, the Willis’s daughter. He pulled off the road and got out of the car. They were all laughing and shouting, and he could tell they were all pretty drunk. The girl was surrounded by them, and she kept trying to get out of the circle.

One of them grabbed her and she pulled away and was grabbed by another. She broke loose, and the group followed her and stopped her again. “Take it easy, Honey Chile,” someone said, “Don’t you like white meat?”

They all laughed. They grabbed at her and ran their hands over her body as she tried to move away from them. Chet bit his cheek and looked away. He knew what was going to happen to her.

They all laughed and he turned around. One of the boys was holding her up and another was trying to remove her skirt. As she looked frantically around she saw Chet, but he looked away again. She struggled loose, and they laughed at her as she tried to move away from each of them. Then Chet was pushing his way through the crowd toward her.

He grabbed her from behind with his arm around her waist, and spun her around. He lifted her up and shouted, “I’ve got firsts!” and started running out of the circle. They laughed and backed away, and he moved a little way out from the group and dropped her down. Her back was to the crowd, and he ran his hand up the back of her sweater.

“Take it off!” they yelled.

“Where’s the rest of the kids?” he said under his breath.

“They run off,” she gasped.

“Take it off!” they yelled again.

“Here’s the key to my car,” he said. “Don’t talk. It’s right over there about ten feet from you. I can hold the first couple of guys off, but you’d better be gone quick. Now get going!” He gave her a shove and she stumbled for the car.

She waited at the door looking at him, and his heart stopped beating. “Get going!” he shouted.

“I cain’t,” she said, and she crumpled down on the ground, crying, “I cain’t drive!” The words hit him and seemed to suck out all his breath. He turned and faced the mob. Stunned at first, they began slowly to realize what had happened.

“Why you dirty, nigger-lovin’ sonofabitch,” one of them said, and lunged at Chet. Chet hit him flush on the face and sent him backwards with blood spraying from his nostrils. He swung again and hit someone on the shoulder; then a light exploded in his head, and he found himself on his back. He was being kicked, and he grabbed at a leg, and another foot crashed into his groin. He doubled up in agony and felt a fist smash his face. Then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, the road was deserted. He moved, and pains shot through his chest, and he guessed that he had cracked some ribs. Every muscle felt as if it were tearing when he moved, and his face and clothes were caked with blood.

He couldn’t shut his jaw all the way, and one eye was swollen shut; he could feel a couple of vacant spots where his teeth had been broken out. He tried to spit, but couldn’t open his mouth wide enough. He finally managed to get up, and saw that his car was gone. One of the girl’s shoes was by the side of the road.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and made his way toward the highway. Once on the highway he stopped, and waited until he saw the lights of a truck. He thumbed it down, and climbed up into the cab. “How’s it goin’, but – What the hell happened to you?” the truck driver said.

“Bit off a little more than I could chew,” he mumbled.

“Where you headed?”

“Can I take you to a hospital?”

“No, I’ll wash up when you stop for gas. Where you headed?”

“Hell, I’m going all the way to Albuquerque, New Mexico.”

“Well, that’s just fine with me,” Chet said.

“We’d better stop and get you cleaned up at the next station,” the driver said. Chet looked out the window.

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess we’d better.”

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The Narrow Path

The narrow path can be hard to find, especially for naturally curious explorers and samplers of life. Creative seekers and tellers lay their own stepping stones and follow their own arrows.

Chris Gantry is a songwriting legend, author, guru and so much more to so many. His friendship with Kris Kristofferson goes back a long, long way – to a time and place when a handful of fiercely individualistic artists wrote their own songs, and told their own truth.

Times change, styles change – Truth doesn’t. Songwriting seems to come as natural to breathing to Chris. He wrote this gem this morning.

About … The Narrow Path

The Song I wrote about Kris Kristofferson in the wee hours this morning, The Narrow Path, is what we’re all on. The Narrow Path is the one we know we should be spreading our god given gifts upon. Don’t matter if your a zillionaire or a door to door salesmen selling Vacuum Cleaners – if you got something ,.Give it!

Chris Gantry
Chris Gantry perorming The Narrow Path

The Narrow Path – Lyrics

HE BAFFLED THE WITTY, CONFOUNDED THE POWERS
TO BE WHO SWORE HE WOULD NEVER SUCCEED
WITH A SONG AND GUITAR HE MADE TRUE BELIEVERS
OUT OF THOSE WHO HAD NOTHIN MUCH THAT THEY BELIEVED

WISDOM GETS INTO THE BONES OF THE NEEDY
WANTIN’ SOMETHING THEY REACH FOR BUT NEVER ATTAIN
IT TOOK ONE LONESOME SINGER TO BUY THEM THEIR TICKET
TO A GOLD MINE OF FREEDOMS THEY COULD STAKE THEIR CLAIM.

***CHORUS***

THE NARROW PATH OPENS
TO A HIGHWAY THATS WIDE
WHEN YOU MAKE ROOM FOR ANGELS
KICKING DEVILS ASIDE
HIS DEMONS WERE MANY
HE BEAT WITH HIS SONG
I THINK HIS NAME IS KRIS
BUT THEN I COULD BE WRONG
.

WE GET UP EACH DAY AMAZED WE’RE STILL BREATHING/
FOR TAKING THOSE BREATHS THERE’S DUES WE MUST PAY
LIKE THAT SINGER WHO LEAVES THOSE GREAT SONGS ON YOUR DOORSTEP
LEAVE SOMETHING ON SOMEBODY ELSE’S TODAY.

***REPEAT CHORUS***

Love Letters – New Release on CD

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Released in June 12, 2020 this is all new material from Chris Gantry focusing on Love Songs from the standards era. All words and music written and composed by Chris Gantry. Beautiful limited edition- recorded at Cowboy Jack Clement’s world famous “The Cowboy Arms hotel and Recording Spa” in Nashville, Tn Compact Disc

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CASEY’S LAST RIDE

By Ilene Armstrong – Ontario

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Ilene on Kris’ Iconic Song

I JUST POSTED CASEY’S LAST RIDE, AND AS I LISTENED TO THIS SONG, I REALIZED THAT THIS IS THE SONG THAT MADE ME TAKE NOTICE OF THIS MAN THAT I’D NEVER HEARD OF BEFORE

I HEARD OTHERS SING FOR THE GOOD TIMES, SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN AND BOBBY MCGEE BUT DIDN’T KNOW WHO WROTE THEM.


I WAS DRAWN TO LISTEN TO THAT SONG AND PLAYED IT NUMEROUS TIMES.


THE WORDS AND ALL THOSE METAPHORS – I REALISED WHOEVER WROTE THAT SONG WAS A GENUIS. THEN, I LEARNED IT WAS KRIS KRISTOFFERSON, AND I WAS HOOKED AND NOW LISTEN TO EVERY WORD HE SINGS AND WRITES.


KRIS IS A GIFT TO ME. I TREASURE HIS SONGS. THEY ARE SPECIAL. I’VE NEVER HEARD SONGS LIKE HE WRITES. GENIUS.

GENUIS AND EASY TO LOOK AT.


KRIS KRISTOFFERSON DOES HAVE IT ALL.

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Additional Comments

Casey’s last ride is interpreted different at all stages of our lives. Think.of it: The passionate love that can never last a lifetime that comes before marriage, after a divorce, entering middle age and during seniorhood. This song is profound. I would say one of the most brilliant analogies ever – Lita Gidge Macasieb Wilcox

Once I heard “Help me make it through the Night “…. I was hooked from then on. His voice is mesmerizing, & he himself oozes charisma. Even as he ages (gracefully), he still has that certain charm that endears him to everyone. No one sings the songs he writes like The Man Himself – Joy Robins

His songs are stories. Anyone can sing them. He is the only one that can bring you into the story with him by way of his perfectly, purposeful lyrical nuances. – Amy Baldwin West

No hate, I thought the song was about a dog, until he drank a pint of bitters 🙂 – Patricia Sherwood Chance

Carson Annett Adds …

Always considered Casey, Duvalier and Darby (my nicknames), as 3 of his strongest lyrics, with Jody and Silver Tongued Devil honourably mentioned in the same breath – Then again, I can start a new list with almost ANY of his tunes ….. I have nicknames for every song by the way – Bobby, Pilgrim, Girl, Nowhere, Easy Lovin’, Jesse, Billy……on and on

Tom Ghent – the Final Word

Final word must go to Tom. “To me this song has always been such a sweet tragedy, written in the style of an old Anglican ballad. Love it….a real gem.”

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Casey’s Last Ride – Lyrics

Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below;
Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin’ to a soul.
The poison air he’s breathin’ has the dirty smell of dying
‘Cause it’s never seen the sunshine and it’s never felt the rain.
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clickin’ of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains.

“Oh!” she said. “Casey it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”
“Here,” she said, “just a kiss to make a body smile. See …,” she said. “I’ve put on new stockings just to please you. Lord…,” she said. “Casey, can you only stay a while?”

Casey leaves the under-ground and stops inside the Golden Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that’s on his bone.
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for any thing they can to keep from goin’ home.
Standin’ in the corner Casey drinks his pint of bitter
Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by
Then he stumbles as he’s leaving, and he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that’s in his belly, or the tear that’s in his eye.

“Oh!” she said. “I suppose you seldom think about me.
“Now…,” she said, “now that you’ve a fam’ly of your own.
“Still…,” she said, “it’s so blessed good to feel your body –

‘Lord…,” she said. “Casey, it’s a shame to be alone.”

Kathy McGovern shared this version of the song with our Fan Group – Willie joins Kris

Song is one of my top five favorites. Nice to see and hear Willie join Kris. Wonderful harmony.

Rita Dudley Gren

Image is courtesy State Library Queensland

Scott Joss Interview Feb 2020

Scott Joss chats to Billy Pilgrim on the Billy and Patrick Show ahead of the Scott Joss and Chris Gantry gig at the Cascade Theatre on 16 February 2020.

The Scott Joss interview was aired from Redding on 13 February 2020 on Q-97. Country music lovers worldwide can tune in to the channel on-line (including via Alexa)

Pics from the Gig @ Cascades

The Broadcast

Billy Pilgrim’s interview style is a relaxed and conversational. Scott Joss shares his thoughts and highlights from the last few years and his next gig with Chris Gantry.

The Interview Feb 13th

Scott Joss Interview Topics

How Far to Jordan – the latest Scott Joss album

Scott and Judy

Scott Joss and Chris Gantry tour dates

Appearing on stage with Chris Gantry on Sunday

The recent Kris Kristofferson world tour – Do they know who Kris is in Iceland?

Kris Kristofferson, a Worldwide Phenomenom

Fire Victim Fundraiser, Cascade 2019

Outlaw andCountry Cruise

Carlene Carter and visiting Johnny and June’s house in Jamaica

Chris Gantry, the original outlaw

Merle and Dwight

Scott Joss – National Fiddler HOF

Scott’s music teacher closes a loop by attending the Induction

Scott’s fiddle – The story

Playing for the hometown

Billy Pilgrim, Chris Gantry and Scott Joss – Pic credit L W Robbins

Kristofferson @PlazaLive, Orlando 27 January 2020

Kris Kristofferson and the Strangers performed at the Plaza Live, Orlando on 27 January 2020

Doug Colosio Signing Flyers

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Nearly Time …

Kris Kristofferson on stage @PlazaLive

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More Fan Feedback

After the Gig

Last night’s show in Orlando was wonderful. The crowd was amazing and Kris was in fine form as well as the band.. We had a great time and I hope we get to return in not too much time! Heading to Miami now for the night before the big cruise hotel stay…  🙂 Watching the roadside for Alligators.

Doug Colosio

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Kris Kristofferson Clearwater 26 January 2020

Doug Colosio celebrated his birthday. Birthday wishes go out to our favourite keys man.

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Party on!! 🙄

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Arriving – Tampa

From the Audience

Clearwater Gig Review 26 January 2020

Kris Kristofferson and the Strangers appeared at the Capitol Theatre with Robert Earl Keen on 26 Jan 2020.

Each song showcased Kristofferson’s gift for letting lyrics tumble out of him, each syllable more unexpected than the last, until they form a perfect stanza: the picturesque scene-setting of Here Comes That Rainbow Again, the devastating desperation of Help Me Make It Through the Night, the precise, playful character construction of The Pilgrim, Chapter 33. If you listened to the words, you’d get swept away in the heart of From Here to Forever, the seductive poetry of Casey’s Last Ride, the earnest gospel of Why Me.

Full Concert Review

An Extract from the Review

The night had the feel of a farewell, especially the way Kristofferson closed the show: with songs that explicitly said goodbye, like For the Good Times (“Don’t look so sad, I know it’s over …”) and Please Don’t Tell Me How the Story Ends (“This could be our last goodnight together …”). But the hope and optimism he injected into Sunday Morning Coming Down, that all-time songwriter’s-songwriter song about shaking off the night before, made you feel he might not be done.

Jay Cridlin

A Fan Comment

It was a great concert. I think that when he decides to stop traveling, he will tell us that it will be his final tour. Until then I look forward to seeing him again.

Laura Papineau
Outlaw Bible

The Writing of the Outlaw Bible 2020

by Chris Gantry – Shared on New Years Day 2020

Over this year I have posted excerpts of what I call “The Outlaw Bible“.

What is the Outlaw Bible?

It is a book of insights into the world of the creative spirit that is responsible for all the beauty on the earth, principles that might even apply to things that happen after we leave this world.

Nashville Inspired

Being on the Nashville music scene since 1963 has made me privy to see a lot of wild and crazy stuff go down with the vibrant cast of characters I was connected too, and believe me, I was right in the thick of it along with them. I watched everything, heard everything, kept my ears open and sucked up all of those morsels of knowledge that swirled around me for decades.

We are the sum of all people we have ever metyou change the tribe and the tribe changes you.

Dirk Wittenborn – Fierce People

Real People

From each person I met, I took something of their creativity and added into my toolbox, styles, shapes, visions, revelations, and knowledge so that over time my own personal style of writing had the earmarks of all those iconic influences that were available to me without withholding or reservation; talk about being blessed, man!!!

Creative Manifesto

I took all those things that were given to me all these years and put them into a creative manifesto called “The Outlaw Bible” which contains the sum total of a life of playing in the sandbox of the creative spirit.

Roadmap

The writings do not tell anyone how to do anything but rather serves as a road map into the world of the spirit that if one takes that awesome honest leap, somewhere out there they will find the keys to the kingdom just as I have in the same spirit that Indiana Jones discovered the lost arc of the covenant.

It would behove any professional artist or novice to delve into it; it is meant to make the journey a bit more magical.

The Outlaw Bible is in its final edit and will be made available in 2020

Credit: Featured pic is FreeArt