This week’s #MusicMonday will spotlight the last of the musical artists I had the great fortune of seeing perform live with my mom.
In the summer of 1981, I surprised my mom by buying tickets to see singer, songwriter, and film actor, Kris Kristofferson perform live in Buffalo, New York. She was almost as enamored with Kris as she had been with Elvis. I remember she had been thrilled that I had taken time out of my exceptionally busy 19-year-old life to spend the day with her. It’s funny, I don’t recall the venue where the performance took place—I want to say it was at Shea’s Performing Arts Center, in downtown Buffalo—yet somehow that doesn’t seem quite right. Regardless, it was a small setting, and I had managed to score fantastic seats in the second row from the stage. As Kris Kristofferson took the stage, my mother reached out and touched his shoulder and he turned and gave her this huge grin. She was on cloud nine for the rest of the evening!
It was the last concert her and I went to together. Shortly after that, I went off to college, quit college and moved to California, got married, had kids, grew up. For whatever reasons, she and I just never made the time to do these kinds of spur of the moment activities again. Kris was our last.
But we had Johnny, Elvis, and Kris. Not a bad run if you ask me!
Thank you, mom, for the wonderful music memories. <3
Here is one of my all-time favorite of songs, written by Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster, “Me and Bobby McGee”
And this one is for you, mom!
“I had a list of rules I made up one time. It says: Tell the truth, sing with passion, work with laughter, and love with heart. Those are good to start with, anyway.”
Happy Monday, everyone! Wishing you all a great week! <3