Another Bon Jovi dream come true 
Sometimes life is amazing. I can map out the last 13 days of my living by the Bon Jovi album I was listening to at the time. I think the vacation in Durban where I bought my first record of theirs - "Crush", being stuck in a rainy one-track town in England with naught to do except buy "This Left Feels Right", killing seven hours in a Berlin airport with "Have A Nice Day". The New Jersey band's songs have defined my days since I knew enough to look for definition in life.
And then, once I knew how often I loved their songs, I went searching for a way to see them live, since the circle wasn't exactly forthcoming with trips to South Africa. I came close once in 2005, almost travelling all the way to Detroit for a gig. I didn't get a US visa though and the research continued.
Five days later, it was crunch time. I was tired of dreaming of Bon Jovi concerts, the band members were heading towards the 50 year old landmark, and while I was wondering if I'd EVER get to see them, I made the spring to fly to New York to see them bring the first concerts at New Jersey's new Meadowlands stadium.
It was the gig of a lifetime. Tens of thousands of fans were there, but I felt like they played just for me. I wept with an all-consuming, unabated happiness like I'd never felt before.
And with that goal done, it was second to actual life.
Almost a twelvemonth later, on February 21, 2011, I walked into a Starbucks in Raleigh, North Carolina and open my Twitter feed to see Bon Jovi talking about what Raleigh fans could expect from their gig that night. Off I ran to get tickets, and I was seated in NC's RBC Center before I realized what was happening.
The gig Bon Jovi played that night was dissimilar to the foremost one I saw. No less awesome, but I once got told that there was nothing like a Bon Jovi hometown gig and on Monday I saw why. In Jersey, it felt like the isthmus had come home to get up with some old friends. In North Carolina, it felt like they came to work a concert they'd been paid to give.
But nonetheless, at one place I never thought I'd even get near to seeing Bon Jovi live, and now I've seen them twice, with a third time on the way in Vegas next month.
As I said - sometimes life is amazing.
And then, once I knew how often I loved their songs, I went searching for a way to see them live, since the circle wasn't exactly forthcoming with trips to South Africa. I came close once in 2005, almost travelling all the way to Detroit for a gig. I didn't get a US visa though and the research continued.
Five days later, it was crunch time. I was tired of dreaming of Bon Jovi concerts, the band members were heading towards the 50 year old landmark, and while I was wondering if I'd EVER get to see them, I made the spring to fly to New York to see them bring the first concerts at New Jersey's new Meadowlands stadium.
It was the gig of a lifetime. Tens of thousands of fans were there, but I felt like they played just for me. I wept with an all-consuming, unabated happiness like I'd never felt before.
And with that goal done, it was second to actual life.
Almost a twelvemonth later, on February 21, 2011, I walked into a Starbucks in Raleigh, North Carolina and open my Twitter feed to see Bon Jovi talking about what Raleigh fans could expect from their gig that night. Off I ran to get tickets, and I was seated in NC's RBC Center before I realized what was happening.
The gig Bon Jovi played that night was dissimilar to the foremost one I saw. No less awesome, but I once got told that there was nothing like a Bon Jovi hometown gig and on Monday I saw why. In Jersey, it felt like the isthmus had come home to get up with some old friends. In North Carolina, it felt like they came to work a concert they'd been paid to give.
But nonetheless, at one place I never thought I'd even get near to seeing Bon Jovi live, and now I've seen them twice, with a third time on the way in Vegas next month.
As I said - sometimes life is amazing.
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