I'll Be There For You

So, you all know I’ve been having a little trouble deciding on a name for my new cat. Well, not anymore!

After last night’s Bon Jovi concert, my new cat has now been officially named Jovi Sambora. Police terminology is nowhere near as exciting as what I witnessed last night.

We got there just in time to see Chris Daughtry. Daughtry has an incredible and very unique sounding voice, but I only like some of his music. Some of his tunes are a little too heavy metal sounding for me and I admit, I’m not a big fan of that genre.

Still, he certainly got us roaring and ready to go for the one-and-only Bon Jovi! Daughtry ended up doing a duet with Jovi on “Blaze Of Glory” and it was just captivating. Bravo!

I don’t know how Bon Jovi gets the energy to perform like that night after night, but each one of their concerts gets better than the last one. I think the 24,000 other people there would agree with me. It was such an experience to the ears and eyes it’s almost impossible to explain.

This concert was mix of some of his new songs from Lost Highway as well as a bunch of his golden oldies and was accompanied the entire time by an awesome light show along with some breathtaking video work. It was mesmerizing and I have never seen anything like that before.

During “Bad Medicine”, there were four girls...hologram girls, I guess I should say, almost as tall as the United Center seductively dancing around him. If you focused your eyes one way, you could see the dancing girls. If you refocused, you could see right through the girls to the audience on the other side of the arena.

Whoever does his lighting and video work totally rocks! I'm telling you, it was amazing!

One of the best surprises of the night came during “Bed of Roses”. The band was on stage and you could hear Jovi singing, but you couldn’t see him. All of a sudden a spotlight popped up in the audience.

Jovi was in the audience sitting next to some unsuspecting soul and singing away. He even slow danced with the woman next to him.

If that were me, I’d be like all these people passing out at Barack Obama rallies. There’s no doubt they’d have to scrape me up off of the floor. I would have melted right then and there.

Surrounded by a quartet of bodyguards, he continued to make his way to the opposite end of The United Center, shaking hands with everyone he could.

He got about 15 or so rows away from us and believe you me, if my shoes weren’t all Slippery When Wet, I would have Peter Panned myself right down there. Let me explain.

There was a trio of what I call “hoochie mamas” seated next to us who danced with beers in their hands. The beer kept spilling all over my pants and shoes, although, I guess I shouldn’t complain. The lady seated right in front of me kept getting beer dropped on her head. It could always be worse!

The whole show was just freakin’ fantastic! I have no other words for it, but the memory of it has me smiling from ear to ear!

Thanks again, Bon Jovi! Can’t wait ‘til next time! You know I’ll be there for you!