There are several things one comes to expect at a Bon Jovi concert: tight pants (Jon’s), ’80s hairstyles (the crowd’s), and to rise at the playing of the New Jersey band’s national anthem ("Wanted Dead or Alive", of course). As
a veteran attendee, I rely on these factors for the magical harmony of both pre-teen nostalgia and consistent heart-tugging ballads that the blue-eyed, hair-flipping frontman so dependably renders at every show. It’s that first love that you just won’t quit (I can see your eyes rolling, but somewhere there’s a metaphoric Bon Jovi in your history of mystifying yet-to-be requited love. See, I don’t judge).
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