Together and with The Power of We, we can start a revolution. One Soul at a time... ~Jon Bon Jovi *** There's a Story on every street corner, my friend. All you have to do is open your eyes... ~Richie Sambora

Rock in Rio...

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Here is just a sample of the pictures I found today. The rest of them I uploaded to the BJCT photobucket for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!

My only complaint, of the approximately 80 pictures I found 75 of them were of Jon. He is not the whole band dammit! Where are the rest of the guys?!


They're Getting Ready...

Friday, June 4, 2010

Is it time yet??


Friday Funnies...


It's National Doughnut Day!

I know, I know, this has absolutely nothing to do with Bon Jovi, but I thought it was a fun little factoid to share. Besides, it's my blog, I can do/post what I want. Right? :)
Honor history and eat a (free) doughnut

If ever a food deserved a national day, it's the doughnut.

Once an icon of American culture, the poor doughnut has lately been much maligned, used as an example of everything that's wrong with American food.

Friday is National Doughnut Day. Let us remember the doughnut's place in our history. Yes, there is free food involved.

National Doughnut Day is not a creation of the snack-food industry but actually started in 1938 as a fund-raiser for the Salvation Army. Women of that organization started America's complicated love affair with the doughnut during World War I. As part of their effort to bring a little bit of home to U.S. troops in France, the Salvation Army served coffee and doughnuts. We couldn't confirm that the doughnuts were actually fried in metal helmets, but it makes a nice story. Here's the recipe that was used.

So many soldiers planned to open doughnut shops after the war that the military published a book on the subject, according to John T. Edge's definitive history, "Donuts: An American Passion."

Exactly who invented the doughnut is up for debate. Most cultures have a variation of fried bread or cake. Wikipedia has a list of doughnut-like creations from around the world.

Dutch immigrants are often credited with creating the first American doughnuts, called "olykoeks" (oily cakes). An 1803 English book included a recipe for doughnuts in a section on American recipes. By the 1920s, machines had been invented to mass-produce doughnuts. The Chicago World's Fair in 1934 declared the doughnut "the food hit of the Century Of Progress," according to Mr. Breakfast's definitive history of the doughnut.

Some of today's popular doughnut chains were around for the first National Doughnut Day. LaMar's, a Midwestern chain, opened in 1933. Shipley Do-Nuts opened in 1936. Krispy Kreme started in 1937. Dunkin' Donuts, a relative latecomer, came along in 1950.

We may think of doughnuts as a quintessentially American food, but Canadians claim they actually eat more doughnuts per capita.

And is it doughnut or donut? CakeSpy did an extensive investigation of the two spellings and concluded it's a matter of taste.

Speaking of taste, if you're in search of the nation's best doughnuts, Serious Eats put together a National Doughnut Honor Roll in 2007.

So where can you get a free doughnut on Friday? Check your local mom-and-pop shops, if you're lucky enough to have any left. You can also get a free doughnut at participating locations of these stores:

•Krispy Kreme: All customers receive a free doughnut. No purchase necessary.
•Dunkin' Donuts: Free doughnut with the purchase of a beverage.
•LaMar's: All customers receive a free Ray's Original Glazed doughnut. No purchase necessary.
•Shipley Do-Nuts: Free glazed doughnut with purchase until noon.

And, if you want to send cards, you can get free National Doughnut Day e-cards. You can even get some free doughnut knit patterns from Flint Knits, though we don't know why anyone would want to knit a doughnut.

A number of Salvation Army locations are planning National Doughnut Day events to raise money to help the poor, the reason National Doughnut Day was created.

In recent decades, the doughnut has been pushed aside by the bagel and scorned by those who cringe at the sight of fat and sugar. We'll just point out that a doughnut has fewer calories than a bagel with cream cheese.

We don't advocate eating a lot of sweets, but we do believe in eating really good sweets on occasion. And doughnuts are such a piece of our past. Remember Sunday mornings when Dad brought home warm doughnuts for the family and you hadn't yet heard of calories?

In honor of National Doughnut Day, we believe it's OK to eat a doughnut. Just one, and it should be your favorite.

So what will be it be? Cake or glazed? Dunkin' Donuts or Krispy Kreme? LaMar's or Shipley's? Or does your hometown have something even better?


Our Boys Made it to Madrid...

Bon Jovi Press Conference in Madrid

Tico Torres, Richie Sambora, Jon Bon Jovi and David Bryan present "The Circle World European Tour" at the Palace Hotel on June 4, 2010 in Madrid, Spain.


A Night to Remember...

Thursday, June 3, 2010

God, this couldn’t really be happening, could it? All she wanted to do was sit here, sip on a glass of wine or three and not think about anything. She especially didn’t want to have to put the effort into making small talk with anyone. She was too spent from the show she had just been to. It had totally kicked her ass. As had the two earlier in the week. But how could she not talk to him? And why were her friends not here right now to keep her from making a total ass of herself? She shook her head and sipped the crisp, cold sauvignon blanc. None of them could make it, but she had been determined to see these shows. She didn’t have anyone to answer to anymore so why not?

She looked over at him; he was still talking to whomever. He held up a finger as if to say, just one more minute. Sighing, she picked up her own phone. She had to text someone and let them know what was happening. Finding the picture she wanted to send, she tapped out a message.

[12:10] Y’all will never guess who I’m with! And WTH aren’t you here?!

Hitting send she took another sip of wine and ran a hand over her hair. Why had he even sought her out? She had tucked herself in a corner, not wanting to be noticed. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that the band would be here. Yet, here they were, all fresh and clean after the sweat-a-thon they had put the crowd through for the last three hours. She felt decidedly wilted. Pulling the mirror out of her bag she tried to assess the damage. Not as bad as she thought, but not pre-show fresh either. Tucking the mirror away her phone started vibrating. She smiled, one of her friends was still awake.

[12:12] OMFG, really? Say hi from Hath and pinch his ass for me. Call me in the AM! :)

She shook her head. She loved her friends, but sometimes, they were just no help at all. Taking the last sip of her wine she wondered if she should just leave him to his call and head to her room. Just as she was about to gather her things he slipped the phone into his shirt pocket.

He studied her for a moment as she finished her wine. Dark, curly hair hung past slim shoulders and fell halfway down her slender back. Her shirt was pale purple and stopped just at the waist of her dark jeans. Not his usual type but then again, his usual type wasn’t really working for him lately. Maybe it was time to try something new. “Sorry about that darlin’.”

She waved her hand, “it’s okay.”

He signaled to the bar tender, “care for another?”

She nodded, “thanks.”

“You got a name darlin’?”

Again she nodded. “Stephanie.”

He looked around and then back at her. “So, Stephanie, you here all alone?” He hoped so. He didn’t want to have to talk up a whole bunch of women. He had his eye on just this one; had had it on her ever since he walked in and saw her sitting in the corner, alone.

Stephanie took a sip of the wine that had been set in front of her. God he said her name in that California-Jersey-gravel-mixed-with-whiskey voice of his. If he smiled and flashed that dimple, she was so done. “Yeah, none of my friends could make it tonight.”

“That’s too bad.” He slid his hand across the table, tips of his long fingers caressing hers. She wore no ring on that all important finger of her left hand, just one on the middle finger of each hand. “Is there a husband or boyfriend I should be worried about?”

“Nope.” Not anymore. She turned her hand over, letting her fingers curl slightly with his.

“It must be my lucky night then. I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the bar all to myself.”

Stephanie felt herself turn about seven shades of red. “You might want to put your glasses on and look again.”

He smiled and the dimple winked at her. “I don’t need them darlin’. I can see you just fine.”

Her heartbeat kicked up several notches at the sight of his dimple. He really was an outrageous flirt. She took a fortifying sip of wine. “So, do you need to socialize with anyone or do I get your undivided attention for the rest of the night?”

“Stephanie darlin’” he winked, “I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

Oh boy. Forever and a day was her immediate thought. Before she could utter the words she clamped her mouth shut. She couldn’t say that to him.

“What?” She was about to say something and stopped. “Come on darlin’. Was my offer that awful?” His fingers slid higher, lightly brushing back and forth across the delicate skin of her wrist.

She shook her head. “No, not at all. It’s just… ah the hell with it.” She wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. Her friends would never let her hear the end of it. Taking a last drink from her glass she channeled her inner Hath. “Well, darlin’ I can only ‘have’ you for a few hours before I need a break. BUT, I’m pretty sure I’ll never get bored with you, so looks like your mine forever.”

The laugh started somewhere around his belly and he had to toss his head back as it roared out of him. He hadn’t expected that at all. Standing, he held out his hand to her, “Stephanie, I don’t know about forever, so why don’t we start with tonight and see where that takes us?”

She looked from his hand to his face. He was smiling and his eyes were alight with laughter. Grabbing her purse she stood and took his hand. “Where are you taking me?”

He led her out of the bar and toward the elevators, “somewhere a lot more private.”


Happy Hump Day...

Wednesday, June 2, 2010



What I've Learnt...

Monday, May 31, 2010

Jon Bon Jovi on fame, family and life on the road...

Jon Bon Jovi, 48, was born in New Jersey. Since their 1984 debut album, 7800 Fahrenheit, his band, Bon Jovi, have sold 120 million albums and played live to 34 million people. He lives in New York with his wife of 21 years, Dorothea, and their four children.

If I wasn’t a rock star, I’d be the ringmaster in a circus.

I hope I look as good as something between Prince William and Keith Richards.

In the real world I get up at 7 o’clock in the morning. On the road, it’s vampire hours: I go to bed at four in the morning and get up at noon. I bitch and moan about it until I’m out the door, and when I get to that first hotel room I’m like, OK, here we go again.

I live out of a bag. I come home and my closet looks like a gift.

I get depressed by short-sighted, slight-minded, pseudo-intellectuals.

Our fans are very loyal, but it’s not like we’re the Grateful Dead. Generations of people come to our shows.

I don’t know what perfect happiness is, but I think my life, my wife and four healthy kids is pretty darn good.

The secret of a happy marriage is leaving home a lot.

People write what they think they know [about me] because they’re just too lazy to look into it. They may misconceive what I do. What are you going to do?

I don’t get tired of singing Livin’ on a Prayer. Not when I see the jet with my name on it.

I’ve made the usual sacrifices for my career: sell soul, give away too much to too many… repeat.

The best book I’ve ever read is The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari. It gets to the core of what we’re doing here. I’m not really driven by possessions, and the nomadic lifestyle has something to do with that. You realise you can live out of a bag and the rest of the stuff is fun to play with, but not necessary.

Are my children embarrassed by me? Not if they want their share.

London in June is magical. I thought it’d be a blast to spend time there, family and friends could come over. That’s the idea anyway. We’ll see who actually shows up.

When you’re healthy you play great, and when you play great, everything’s fine.

We did American Idol last night. That’s not really work, it’s three and a half minutes. I can do a whole bunch of things for three and a half minutes and be good.

Don’t stay at the party too long. I mean that metaphorically. I’ll never be out there slogging the Livin’ on a Prayer tour. Just get out. Know when you’re on top.

Preparing for a tour is very physical, but mentally it’s like spending the night bar-hopping with old friends.

I don’t care what people write about me when they say very nice things.

I’ll spend the day before the first London show seeking forgiveness for the prior night’s sins. I’m doing that right now as well. It’s not like I sit in bed and go to sleep early.

I want the Beatles’ In My Life played at my funeral. You don’t want something upbeat. I’ll be dead, for God’s sake, I don’t want anyone else to be happy. I’m going to make ’em all pay for the bonus at the end, which is my estate. They’re going to have to suffer for hours. I want Catholic guilt and misery.



Giants, Night 3 - Bon Jovi Kicked My Ass...

Sunday, May 30, 2010

I think I have recovered enough to put together a coherent thought or two about the show Saturday night. It's been a long weekend, so please, bear with me.

Just Damn.

Best freakin' Jovi show I have ever been to. Hands down, no lie!

For me the excitement started to really build as we were getting ready to leave for the show. We were all prettied up and cranking the Jovi tunes in the car as we crept along the highway with all the other concert goers. This was what the weekend was all about. I had been excited when I headed out my door Friday morning to go to the airport, but excitement was about seeing my girls again more than it was for the show. This time, though, it was all about the show.

When we finally got to the stadium, we had the adventure from hell trying to find Lot E. We had a VIP parking pass and all we had to do was get to the right lot. Easier said than done at the New Meadowlands Stadium apparently and the stupid parking helper monkeys were of absolutely no help at all. Ten different yellow shirts gave us ten different sets of directions on just exactly how to get to where we needed to be. OY!

By the time we finally found Lot E we had driven around the whole damn stadium! Exactly where did they find their parking helper monkeys anyway? I hope they weren't getting paid for that job!

Anyway... we got parked and opened up all the doors and had ourselves a little tailgate party. The wine flowed, we took pictures (Fictionmistress and her friends a few others wandered over and joined us)had a few laughs before making our way inside to our seats.

First stop, the ladies room! We didn't want to have to miss any of the show so this was an important first stop for us. Then we went off in search of water. Have to keep hydrated you know. After all that, Catte, Willow and I headed to our seats. I was sitting at the opposite end of the row from them and had Bayderra behind me. I've never experienced a show alone before so I wasn't really sure how this was going to be. I've always gone to a show and had a friend or my hub right next to me to share the experience with so this was new for me. As it turned out, it didn't matter, not one bit.

The all encompassing "They" said the show was sold out. I say "yeah, right" as there were about 30 seats in my section alone that were empty. Eh, what are you gonna do? While waiting for that all important signal This is Our House, I took a minute to look around and the stadium is impressive. Giants and Jets football will be very exciting in this new house. I snapped a few pictures and shot a little video (my son is a Giants fan so that was for him). Then, it happened.

That music started.

The guys took the stage, and for the next 2 + hours, it was just go, go, go. I only had one complaint. They opened with Who Says, my least favorite song ever, but at least they got it out of the way early. After that the hits and occasional gems just kept coming.

I hadn't been at the shows earlier in the week, but I think it's safe to say we got the best set list of the three nights. When they went into In These Arms the whole stadium roared. Then they brought out Born to be My Baby, Just Older, We Got it Going On, Raise Your Hands, When We Were Beautiful, Superman, Captain Crash, Bad Medicine, It's My Life, they just didn't stop. It was hard to catch my breath.

Love's the Only Rule had a totally different feel from when I saw it at Mohegan. It wasn't as intimated here as it was back in March, but that was okay. It was still an amazing performance and it's still my favorite song off The Circle. When Jon disappeared down the steps it was time for Richie to take center stage. I have to admit I was hoping for something other than Lay Your Hands on Me or Homebound Train, but it wasn't to be. He kicked ass on Lay Your Hands on Me though. He was just ON FIRE the whole night. I have no complaints, at all.

Jon reappeared in a fresh shirt out at the center of the circle. He liked the view from out there he said. Then he did Living in Sin with a little Going to the Chapel thrown in at the end for good measure. Freakin' amazing. I haven't heard that one live in at least 20 years. Then, he called for Richie to join him. With a spring in his step and a few hand slaps later, Richie was out there for a beautiful version of I'll Be There for You.

Then it was time for the busking part of the show. Tico and David headed out circle side for Something For the Pain. Love Richie on that song. Surprisingly, David and Tico headed back to the stage after just that one song, leaving Jon and Richie alone again. When Richie strapped on the double neck acoustic and they did Diamond Ring, I thought for sure I was going to have my first crying at a concert moment. It was close. I have NEVER heard that one live before. It was the most beautiful thing ever. Is there anything better than Jon and Richie harmonizing together? No. Not one thing.

They picked up the tempo again with Sleep When I'm Dead and a little Jumpin' Jack Flash and we were off and running again. By the time they got to Keep the Faith I was nearly done. Jon pulled out all the stops on that one. I have never seen a better version ever. And anyone who doesn't think Jon looks sexy shaking those damn maracas, you need to see it in person. And yes, we got the fireworks too.

Then, came the encore. I figured we get the standard two songs and that would be it. Uh uh. We got Dry County first. One of their best songs ever. Jon's vocals were great, Richie's solo was beyond amazing.

At that point, you knew what was coming. Jon strapped on his baby and stepped up to the mic... "If anyone possibly still has their ass in their seat, could you please rise for the singing of our national anthem." Yep, it was time for Wanted. The unmistakable opening, the crowd singing their words, I can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like for them to have the words they penned some 20 years ago sung back to them every time. It has to be an amazing thing.

They closed with Prayer and again, all 65,000 of us did them proud by singing the song for them. After the waves, after the thank yous, after the guys had left the stage, Jon remained for just a moment more, fist over his heart, giving us his silent thanks for everything before he too disappeared. I think that moment will stick with me for a while. I know he thanks us for our loyalty during every show, but this seemed more poignant to me for some reason. I think he really felt something Saturday night that drew him back after all the others had disappeared.

So, that was my night. We, TaraLeigh, Kiwi, Summer, Catte, Willow and I congregated at Tara's seat and waited for the crowd to dissipate a little before heading back to the car. A couple of pictures later we piled into the van and headed back in the direction of the hotel. One drive thru stop at Wendy's and more than a little hysterical laughter (flute button anyone) later and we were on our way back to the hotel and our beds.

I'm home now. My muscles are nearly normal again and my throat it still slightly sore. It was a great weekend. Bon Jovi kicked my ass, what more could I have asked for?


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