I've let go of meaningful items, like my books and one of my guitars. I'm being ruthless. I know, without knowing where I'm going, that I don't need this stuff when I get there.
But one item stops me in my tracks every time.
My Kris Kristofferson album.
I don't even own a record player so I can't even play this record, but I can't bring myself to get rid of it either.
This record was pilfered from my parents record collection. When I was a kid, I would gawk at this album cover and stare into his steely blue eyes. Kris Kristofferson was a real artist. A phenomenal musician and pretty good actor. Just look at his page on IMDB. Back then, he was in a slew of films, made his way onto Christmas specials on the NBC (the only station that came in clear in my house in backwoods Canada), plus he was played on rotation on BX93, the local country radio station.
When I looked at Kris, I thought, "This guy is so good at everything he does. I want to be so good at everything I do." Hence, my perfectionista persona was born.
Now behold the sexiest music video ever. These two clearly dig each other.
Hey there, Kris, with your blue eyes and oozing sex appeal. I'll help you make it through the night.
Janice + Kris
I'm keeping the album.