One of the artists I really hoped to catch while in Austin at SXSW was Kris Kristofferson. The man embodies the country-music-outlaw-scoundrel-legend mythos, and I wanted to latch on to some of that magic in a live setting. Being Texas, even my cab-driver had a "Kris story" -- turns out Kristofferson was his father-in-law's private helicopter pilot in the early '60s, making daily runs from Houston out to the Oil rigs and back. I silently wondered how man tunes Kris . . .
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