Kris flew in...

«Everything was very copacetic. Everything was all right until — until — Kris Kristofferson came to town. Oh, they ain’t seen anybody like him. He came into town like a wildcat, flew his helicopter into Johnny Cash’s backyard like a typical songwriter. And he went for the throat. Sunday Morning Coming Down. Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad so I had one more for dessert, then I fumbled through my closet, found my cleanest dirty shirt, then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. You can look at Nashville pre-Kris and post-Kris – because he changed everything» – Bob Dylan, 2015