bon jovi is so hot. maybe if i'd grown up in suburban new jersey i could even say i mean that. don't get me wrong, he is looking good for his age and everything. like, you know, if he was my honey and we were getting middle-aged and stuff i could look over at him while we're shopping for toilet paper at price club and say, yeah, that's my hunk o' bon jovi, he's still filling out those jeans pretty nicely. bet all those other suburban family-pack housewives are looking over here thinking, damn, how did that queen score such a fine morsel? he even has better hair than i do! although back in the 80s he was clearly a haircare product disaster. that frizzy finger-in-the-electrical-socket look...euch! no no. the 'tude is not for me. i like my rocker guys more on the 70s natural side, the sensitive stoner singer-songwriter types, more CSNY, more zeppelin, creedence, santana, bad company. i like the sultry hottie in the camaro, the low rider, the magnificent hippie boy. i've never been much for the permed n' teased tinseltown squeelers or the springsteen mellencamp heartland good ol' boys with their overblown arena anthems. at least it's a good thing i don't have strongly opinionated musical tastes, no? anyhoo, i'm not really sure where bon jovi fits into all this. actually i can't say i've ever heard one of his songs. not one i remember, anyway. okay...after reading a few other of these blogs i realize i have heard that song living on a prayer. hated that song. maybe these tickets should go to someone else. no, no...i think i need to win these tickets so that i can experience the real, LIVE bon jovi! i need to break out of my jaded i'd-never-be-caught-dead-listening-to-something-so-uncool stereotypecasting. i need my horizons expanded! well...maybe i just want free tickets.