Jon-boy can lay me down in a ‘Bed of Roses’ any day

Apparently I forgot to tell my friends that I went to see Bon Jovi at the Verizon Center last week. Which, come on — I missed them exactly once, the last time they toured. I was in Vegas or something. But alas, I gots me some Jersey Boy fix last week, as witnessed below:

I didn’t take the photo, so I can’t take credit for it. Shit, I was snapping shots with my iPhone and, while that’s one handy-dandy lil gadget, it doesn’t cut it when you’re sitting in section 407!

I was sitting with what I like to call the Jersey Syndicate — the over-30 crowd. There were three teen-agers two rows down who were dancing to all the new Bon Jovi songs, and they were sort of pissed at the rest of us for being just fine in our seats. Shit, we were all suffering from vertigo up in Peanut Heaven. (I was willing to pay for better seats, but apparently they were all sold out at 10 a.m. on the Saturday morning they went on sale. Humph.) No dancing for Goddess this time around!

What was funny was when the old stuff would come on (“Runaway,” “Keep the Faith,” “Sleep when I’m Dead”), the kiddos would sit down and go, “I don’t know that!” But the rest of us? Were singing at the top of our lungs — every single lyric, perfectly. It was awesome.

Video from the Chicago show of my favorite, favorite song, “These Days”:


Daughtry was the opener, which I had forgotten about until I got to Chinatown. OMG, you know I’m busy when I forget such crucial details. But when I bought the tickets, there was no assigned opening act and it was going to be a toss-up between the All-American Rejects (meh) and the glorious Chris Daughtry. I was one happy Goddess when I found out that it was going to be an excellent tour package.

Daughtry did an amazing version of “One” which I think was way better than the original U2 version but not quite as soulful as Mary J. Blige’s.

But dude knows how to cater to his hair-metal support group audience, as he played Motley Crue’s “Home Sweet Home” before leading into his own single “Home.” At that point my vertigo issues dissipated for the night, as I was creaming my jeans and was happily stuck to my chair for the duration. 😉

Speaking of hair metal mania, I am jonesing to go to Rocklahoma in July. d00d! Bret Michaels, Warrant, Cinderella, L.A. Guns, Enuff Z’Nuff, Tesla, Night Ranger, Pretty Boy Floyd, Tora Tora, XYZ, Trixter, Kingdom Come, Triumph … holy shit, the list goes on and on.

It may be the year of the rat, but 2008 is turning out to be the year of the AquaNet. Sweet! 🙂

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