In 2010, Kris Kristofferson was part of a contingent of songwriters and performers who sang at a D.C. gala to honor the lifetime achievements of Merle Haggard. Haggard's honors are deserved, of course: The big-hearted bard of the hobo jungle, Haggard earned his legend status not only by helping define the existence of country music stardom but also helping to defy it, with surprising collaborations and the sense that he follows only his own direction in a genre dominated of late by industry puppets. Kristofferson, though, is worthy of a salute of his own. Although his acting credits are now perhaps more voluminous than his discography, he's written some of the finest, knottiest country songs ever. For evidence, see Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends, a collection of early demos that show his talents at their most humble and cosmic. $39.50–$59.50 7:30 p.m. —Grayson Currin