Sunday Morning Coming Down

Regular readers will know I’m a big fan of Kris Kristofferson, particularly the records he released in his purple patch between 1970 and 1972.

Over the years, it’s become a bit of a mission of mine to introduce Kristofferson’s songs to friends of mine who I think would find their existence considerably enriched by having these records in their lives (by which I mean everybody), or at the very least to be aware that Kristofferson isn’t just the old bloke from the “Blade” film franchise.

 My go-to songs for such occasions are the one which shares a name with this thread, or “Me & Bobby McGee”. Some will know the latter because of Janis Joplin’s version.

But on more than one occasion, when playing the latter, and probably puzzled given Joplin’s version, I’ve been asked if Kristofferson was gay. I’ve had to point out that “Bobby” can be a nickname for a girl, being short for Roberta, and as an example have said “You know, like Bobbie Gentry”.

The problem with this, is that if the person I’m talking to doesn’t know who Kris Kristofferson is, they sure as hell don’t know who Bobbie Gentry is either, so I then have to explain who she is as well.

This morning’s post is going to save me a lot of time from now on.

This is Bobbie Gentry, not with her most famous song (that honour must surely go to genuinely unsettling “Ode To Billy Joe”), but instead with this Bacharach/David composition, perhaps more famously done by Dionne Warwick, despite Gentry’s version being a Number 1 hit in the UK before Warwick had even released her version, which failed to chart here.


Bobbie Gentry – I’ll Never Fall in Love Again

Plus, just look at the sleeve. That Bobbie ain’t no dude.

More soon.

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3 thoughts on “Sunday Morning Coming Down”

  1. Had a serious crush on Kris K as a teenager after seeing him in films. As for Bobbie Gentry – what a lovely voice so thanks for reminding us of her. I spent a serious amount of hours a few months ago trying to work out what actually was thrown from the Tallahatchie Bridge, but never did work it out and I think that was the point.

    1. I read an interview with Bobbie a while ago, where she was asked that very question. She declined to answer. So I think you’re right: not knowing is the point

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