On the Sunday morning sidewalk, Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. ‘Cos there’s something in a Sunday, Makes a body feel alone. And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’, Half as lonesome as the sound, On the sleepin’ city sidewalks: Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.
DAYS OF THE WEEK: Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down by Johnny Cash (Kris Kristofferson) - Finally the last day of the week and it feels about time for some country. In late 60’s, Kris Kristofferson’s music career had started to catch fire. What was less well-known is that he was a military brat, was a Literature major graduating Pomona College summa cum laude, earned a Rhodes scholarship, and served in the military with distinction. But in 1965, he quit a promising military career to move to Nashville and pursue music. In the process, he was disowned by his family, got divorced, and became a janitor to make ends meet.
In 1969, Kristofferson wrote the song Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down which turned a minor hit for Ray Stevens. Then Johnny Cash recorded it and the song shot to number 1 on the country charts and winning Song of the Year by the Country Music Association. Kristofferson has often said that this song turned his life around and got his music career going. Normally on Sundays I post Christian music, but in a way this song speaks to all of us when the chips are down and we feel a long way from redemption. We long to be saved and to fill that emptiness inside much like the man in the song. One of the classic country tunes and one of Kris Kristofferson’s best.
Hannah Modigh was born in Stockholm but spent big parts of her childhood in India and on österlen in the south of Sweden. She has during her adult life lived in Paris and Copenhagen and is now living and working in Stockholm.
"Sunday mornin’ Comin’ Down- The fog over San Francisco is like warm breath on a window. It prevents us from seeing anything else but what is near. Tenderloin wakes up slowly every morning, but never sleeps. The only ones with hunger suction is all these bedbugs, waiting for you. There are walking men, women, and shemales for dollars along Post Street in new Orleans. Chance draws in the mist in the lungs and the brain turns off. Who wants to remember yesterday or be reminded of tomorrow? There are small puppies close under the trees sucking on the pipes in Golden Gate Park. Dirty nails are talking about their escape. How they hunt, hunt to forget, to forget how they hunt. The day is calm and the skin is indifferent. Emotions are distorted and controlled behind the skin. To wake up here, or in this single room occupancy is far from the church, turkey and hugs"
“ I strongly recommend this book to any photography lover out there. Our class in photography were lucky to meet Hannah Modigh last semester in 2012. She held a lecture for us about her work, and told us a lot about the experiences with the books "Hillbilly Heroin, Honey” and “Sunday mornin’ comin’ down”. Hannah Modigh is a brave woman, and I know that she inspired us all with her stories.“
Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down (Kris Kristofferson) as sung by Johnny Cash. It can be found on the retrospective album The Legend of Johnny Cash (2005).
“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 in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.”