Post by Jonny's Gina™ on Apr 20, 2010 1:59:04 GMT -4
Review courtesy of Glenn Orsin
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JoviNation, I have a confession to make: I woke this morning hoarse, sore, and exhausted. Drained and disoriented after being body-slammed by rock n’ roll. Yes my brothers and sisters, I fell victim to JoviGasms. Lots of them.
But it wasn’t my fault, and I was not alone…
The sky outside the Bank Atlantic Center in Sunrise, Florida turned angry purple, swollen with a cold rain that fell from the heavens like a rock n’ roll baptism. On this night, 19,000 worshipers of the Bon Jovi Nation would not be denied as they skipped, staggered and just plain sprinted through the parking lot, drenched to the bone, refusing to miss a single note.
Neither rain, nor wind, nor snow, nor dark of night---perhaps not even a volcanic eruption---would prevent Bon Jovi from rocking every fan in sight, and rearranging the arenas’ foundation in the process.
Thousands of people, all in the throes of one ceaseless JoviGasm that swept across the crowd like ocean waves, peaking and falling, soaring and gliding; bringing you to the brink until you begged to be taken over the edge.
The very moment the house lights went out and the giant rectangular screen suspended above Bon Jovi’s stage appeared, the crowd’s buzz morphed into a deafening roar as an electric circle appeared, growing larger, to reveal the band slowly walking through it, first in profile, then as a group, approaching the stage from some Rock God Heaven on High. Sounds of crackling electricity and reassuring words flashed across the screen and then…
All hell broke loose, because Bon Jovi’s The Only Rule.
The screen lifted from the stage like a space ship depositing explorers on the surface of a distant planet, and amid a wave of screaming adoration and shimmering light, they were there; he was there, clad in black jeans and a black leather mini-conductor jacket shirt, launching into “Blood On Blood”. There was no need for Jon Bon Jovi to even sing, the crowd did the honors for him.
Within the opening triad of the first three songs---“Blood On Blood”, “We Weren’t Born to Follow” and “Bad Name”---Bon Jovi made clear that after 27 years rippin’ and rockin’ it up, they remain a band at the top of their game and deserving of their fame.
Seats are for amatuers. Jovi Nation stood and sang all night.
Those first three songs were like a power line breaking loose in a storm, sparking and flashing with electric adrenaline as the entire arena sang every word of every song in unison.
Thousands of Jon Bon Jovi’s close personal friends didn’t let him down when he held his trademark white mic stand out to the audience for them to sing the entire first stanza of “Bad Name”.
“It’s a rainy night outside, but it’s summertime in here”, Jon pronounced to the crowd, looking over at Richie and then out to the sea of rabid fans, “I’m just gettin’ warmed up!”
With that, the band launched into “Whole Lotta Leavin’”, “Lost Highway”, and “Born To Be My Baby” before they even broke a sweat. Guitarist Richie Sambora, drummer Tico Torres, keyboardist David Bryan and bassist Hugh McDonald are a tight, workman-like group of musicians that drive the heart of Bon Jovi with steady, flawless power.
After 27 years playing the same songs, Richie Sambora could easily mail it in, playing the same power solo lines on the records, but he chooses not to; keeping them true to the original but always taking them to a new place. The playful smile Richie flashes throughout the show exudes the joy and gratitude that come from being able to share his vibe with fans all over the world.
Lennon had McCartney and Bon Jovi has Richie Sambora
By the sixth song in the set, not one ass was in a seat, and while many in the crowd were busting a sweat from singing and jumping along with Jon and the Boys, Bon Jovi was barely sweating when he downshifted into the ethereal “When We Were Beautiful”, more mesmerizing and deeper than the introspective anthem on ‘The Circle’.
Notably, long-time Jovi fans wistfully sang along word-for-word, remembering the days when they had full heads of hair, the jeans were smaller and tighter, and Bon Jovi music was the soundtrack to the first stab at freedom and that unforgettable foray into the sweet longing of that one true love.
“Superman Tonight” followed and became Jon’s first moment of social commentary of the evening. He introduced the song as “the single that you’re hopefully hearing on the radio”; and one that is emblematic of a need for our society to come together and “focus on the We, and not the Me”.
As heartfelt and well-received as these two new songs are, it’s apparent by the audience reaction that the fans he taught to ‘Let It Rock Let It Roll” might have preferred less reality and more sizzle and oomph, but give the man a break! He’s got to take a breather at some point and mellow it down if for no other reason than to catch his breath!
Sensing that the two ‘Circle’ songs are a big falloff for the audience, Bon Jovi whips out the adrenaline torch on “We Got It Goin’ On”, infusing raw energy, manic power and confident sexuality and a Mick Jagger-style romp and strut on the elevated stage platform that he uses to play to the poor bastards who bought tickets behind the stage just to catch a glimpse of the rockers butt cheeks in his tight black jeans.
Preening like the head rooster in the hen house, Bon Jovi skips and bumps on those platforms like the Pied Piper of Power Ballads, and sends the ladies into a woozy delirium when he grinds and swivels his hips with more finesse than Elvis.
Be sure to come back and read part 2!
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JoviNation, I have a confession to make: I woke this morning hoarse, sore, and exhausted. Drained and disoriented after being body-slammed by rock n’ roll. Yes my brothers and sisters, I fell victim to JoviGasms. Lots of them.
But it wasn’t my fault, and I was not alone…
The sky outside the Bank Atlantic Center in Sunrise, Florida turned angry purple, swollen with a cold rain that fell from the heavens like a rock n’ roll baptism. On this night, 19,000 worshipers of the Bon Jovi Nation would not be denied as they skipped, staggered and just plain sprinted through the parking lot, drenched to the bone, refusing to miss a single note.
Neither rain, nor wind, nor snow, nor dark of night---perhaps not even a volcanic eruption---would prevent Bon Jovi from rocking every fan in sight, and rearranging the arenas’ foundation in the process.
Thousands of people, all in the throes of one ceaseless JoviGasm that swept across the crowd like ocean waves, peaking and falling, soaring and gliding; bringing you to the brink until you begged to be taken over the edge.
The very moment the house lights went out and the giant rectangular screen suspended above Bon Jovi’s stage appeared, the crowd’s buzz morphed into a deafening roar as an electric circle appeared, growing larger, to reveal the band slowly walking through it, first in profile, then as a group, approaching the stage from some Rock God Heaven on High. Sounds of crackling electricity and reassuring words flashed across the screen and then…
All hell broke loose, because Bon Jovi’s The Only Rule.
The screen lifted from the stage like a space ship depositing explorers on the surface of a distant planet, and amid a wave of screaming adoration and shimmering light, they were there; he was there, clad in black jeans and a black leather mini-conductor jacket shirt, launching into “Blood On Blood”. There was no need for Jon Bon Jovi to even sing, the crowd did the honors for him.
Within the opening triad of the first three songs---“Blood On Blood”, “We Weren’t Born to Follow” and “Bad Name”---Bon Jovi made clear that after 27 years rippin’ and rockin’ it up, they remain a band at the top of their game and deserving of their fame.
Seats are for amatuers. Jovi Nation stood and sang all night.
Those first three songs were like a power line breaking loose in a storm, sparking and flashing with electric adrenaline as the entire arena sang every word of every song in unison.
Thousands of Jon Bon Jovi’s close personal friends didn’t let him down when he held his trademark white mic stand out to the audience for them to sing the entire first stanza of “Bad Name”.
“It’s a rainy night outside, but it’s summertime in here”, Jon pronounced to the crowd, looking over at Richie and then out to the sea of rabid fans, “I’m just gettin’ warmed up!”
With that, the band launched into “Whole Lotta Leavin’”, “Lost Highway”, and “Born To Be My Baby” before they even broke a sweat. Guitarist Richie Sambora, drummer Tico Torres, keyboardist David Bryan and bassist Hugh McDonald are a tight, workman-like group of musicians that drive the heart of Bon Jovi with steady, flawless power.
After 27 years playing the same songs, Richie Sambora could easily mail it in, playing the same power solo lines on the records, but he chooses not to; keeping them true to the original but always taking them to a new place. The playful smile Richie flashes throughout the show exudes the joy and gratitude that come from being able to share his vibe with fans all over the world.
Lennon had McCartney and Bon Jovi has Richie Sambora
By the sixth song in the set, not one ass was in a seat, and while many in the crowd were busting a sweat from singing and jumping along with Jon and the Boys, Bon Jovi was barely sweating when he downshifted into the ethereal “When We Were Beautiful”, more mesmerizing and deeper than the introspective anthem on ‘The Circle’.
Notably, long-time Jovi fans wistfully sang along word-for-word, remembering the days when they had full heads of hair, the jeans were smaller and tighter, and Bon Jovi music was the soundtrack to the first stab at freedom and that unforgettable foray into the sweet longing of that one true love.
“Superman Tonight” followed and became Jon’s first moment of social commentary of the evening. He introduced the song as “the single that you’re hopefully hearing on the radio”; and one that is emblematic of a need for our society to come together and “focus on the We, and not the Me”.
As heartfelt and well-received as these two new songs are, it’s apparent by the audience reaction that the fans he taught to ‘Let It Rock Let It Roll” might have preferred less reality and more sizzle and oomph, but give the man a break! He’s got to take a breather at some point and mellow it down if for no other reason than to catch his breath!
Sensing that the two ‘Circle’ songs are a big falloff for the audience, Bon Jovi whips out the adrenaline torch on “We Got It Goin’ On”, infusing raw energy, manic power and confident sexuality and a Mick Jagger-style romp and strut on the elevated stage platform that he uses to play to the poor bastards who bought tickets behind the stage just to catch a glimpse of the rockers butt cheeks in his tight black jeans.
Preening like the head rooster in the hen house, Bon Jovi skips and bumps on those platforms like the Pied Piper of Power Ballads, and sends the ladies into a woozy delirium when he grinds and swivels his hips with more finesse than Elvis.
Be sure to come back and read part 2!
