There was no one like Kris Kristofferson. Talented, insightful, charismatic, on the right side of history even when it wasn’t popular, the songwriter and actor endeared himself to millions.
Upon learning of his death over the weekend at age 88, I felt lucky to have once talked to him on the phone, in 2007. It was supposed to be a simple preview for his upcoming local show, but it turned into something much deeper: a meditation on mortality and kindness.
“There is a freedom in accepting the fact that there is a difference at this end of the road,” he told me, about getting older.
“I’ve watched a lot of my friends and heroes, like Johnny Cash and Waylon, I’ve watched ’em slip and fall. And be gone. And it’s gonna happen to all of us. So I think the acceptance of it gives you a freedom to be less critical of yourself when you make mistakes, and to not be so hard on others.”
How could you not love the guy?