Kris Kristofferson: A Farewell (And A Thank You)
Kris Kristofferson has left this plane of existence and I find the world without him to be a little bit dimmer, the sky a bit darker without his star shining as a guide for those lost at sea. I don't remember when I first became aware of Kris Kristofferson. I've been fairly open about my sheltered, hyper-religious youth in which the majority of movies and music were kept away from me--I was told they were distractions from the straight and narrow of a holy, spiritual life. As such, it's quite likely that he wasn't on my radar at all until I started to get out from under their thumbs around the age of 16. What I do know with certainty is that Kristofferson's appearance in the first Blade film made quite an impression on me when it hit theaters; this grizzled, worn man with a craggy face, each line telling a story that I didn't yet know. He seemed out of place somehow in this polished comic book confection, too real for such escapist fantasy. Blade was The Dayw...