"SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN" KRIS KRISTOFFERSON . . . . MAYBE THIS IS THE SORT SONG YOU GROW INTO MORE AND MORE THE OLDER YOU BECOME . . . . MAYBE IT'S LYRICAL CONTENT BECOMES EVEN MORE PERTINENT WHEN YOUR BACK CATALOGUE OF FAILURES AND FUCK-UPS REACHES A CERTAIN CRITICAL MASS . . . . MAYBE IT'S JUST ONE OF THE GREATEST SONGS EVER WRITTEN.

The guy's a bloody legend, it's almost an understatement given how everyone and everything becomes a legend so easily these days . . . . he's not a legend because he's a Rhodes Scholar, he's not a legend because he's spent a fair chunk of his life hangin out with his equally legendary and well documented counterparts, not because he served as an officer in the military nor because he's acted in some fairly credible film roles . . . . I reckon the man's a legend because he has written songs about the enduring and innate universality of the human condition, and lots of em, but for me, 'Sunday Morning Coming Down' takes the metaphorical cake . . . . if you don't get it, maybe you just need to experience a bit more of life's pain, and I ain't talkin broken bones . . . . keep em rollin, shiny side up.