A while back I DVR’ed some Bon Jovi documentary on Showtime…
…I watched it when Craig wasn’t home (for obvious reasons)…
..and, well… I had a sudden [albeit emotionally painful] revelation; an epiphany, as it were.
First, you must know that much of Jon Bon Jovi’s music has provided me great joy over the years. I’ve danced and screamed the lyrics of, “Dead or Alive” and his other classics at many-a-venue, both tipsy and sober.
That said, I watched this documentary and decided this:
Jon Bon Jovi is a jerk. Yep.
A jive turkey.
A ridiculously, self-serving, rude, obnoxious, put-upon, overly-confident, used-up, whiney, aging man with terribly feathered hair.
It’s been really difficult for me to come to terms with this, too. Bottom line? I would never want to be in his band. (He called it “HIS” band a million times. The success of Bon Jovi apparently is all his. No one else’s. He was ridiculous.)
He’s a jerk.
With each sentence he spake, I was like, “Enough… enough… you’re awful. Stop talking. JUST SING. ‘We gotta hold on to what we got, it doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not…”
I said it.
A weight has been lifted.
I don’t think I’ll ever watch a documentary about any other band again, lest I be forced to change my opinion about them.
Whew. At least I still have my Lionel.