We had such a good time at the Bon Jovi concert in Gelsenkirchen last night. It was an intimate affair with us, the band and about 70,000 close friends. They put on a great show. I had no idea how good it would make me feel to be there. Apparently the harmonies of Jon Bon Jovi and his troubled sidekick Richie Sambora have a soothing effect on me. Even though I can't call particular instances to mind, I'm guessing that happy memories over the last 25 years have been backed by a Bon Jovi soundtrack.
Since being here in Germany, I kind of exist in a state of feeling out of place and uncomfortable, but it's been strange to realize what I find comforting. Several of us refer to it as "things that make us feel normal." Mine include getting to watch Grey's Anatomy downloaded on I-tunes, walking around holding a styrofoam Dunkin Donuts cup of coffee, going to an English speaking movie, and (apparently) getting to hear Bon Jovi in concert.
Skip and I had a great time people watching. What is the world coming to when a Bon Jovi concert is a family affair? Moms and Dads with their kids and more than a few folks I'm guessing make the grandparent role were in attendance. My favorite was the woman who had to be at least 60, was about 5 foot 2, about 180 pounds, wearing a bright orange sweater. She danced through the whole thing. Had the best time.
Before we got to see the main act, we did have to sit through "Italy's number one rock star". No slam on Italy, but it was a little painful.
Skip was making bets on whether or not the band would pronounce the name of the town right. It's pronounced Gel-sen-KEER-ken. Richie got it right, but Jon said how glad he was to be in GelsenKERken, rhyming with gerken. We thought they might at least toss in a gutentag somewhere along the way, but they stuck with what they knew.
I left hoping to find something to do that I enjoy as much as those guys seemed to enjoy putting on a show.
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