BON JOVI TABLE vs BAND TABLE

Bon Jovi table versus the band table had a nice feel to it, like the Sharks and Jets in Westside Story, except without the dancing.

One table is all in for one of the sexiest rockers to ever take the stage. Women love him, men want to be him.

The other table worked the moment to help their band keep driving the sound, knew how to listen to live music, and got the right kind of rowdy.

They were all spoiling for a fight, switchblade fingers ready to point. One question remains: Why Bon Jovi?

If you’re ready, I’m willing and able 
Help me lay my cards out on the table 
You’re mine and I’m yours for the taking 
Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking 

At the right time nothing makes more sense than a fuzzy bellied Jersey guy with highlighted hair. When he offers himself up for the taking, baby, stand back.

If there were never a Bon Jovi, one would have be invented. Music cannot stand alone with east coast heart throbs like Bruuuuuuce, Billy Joel, and George Thoroughgood.

If the Monkees needed a real frontman back in the day, this is the guy.

If you don’t know if you should stay
And you don’t say what’s on your mind
Baby just, breathe there’s nowhere else tonight we should be-
You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You could sing a melody to me 
And I could write a couple lines

No need to call the riot police on a BJ table, but when words like the lyrics above run rampant, anything could happen. It’s a dangerous thing. Deprive anyone the fantasy of a BJ cuddle and the fuse it lit.

I’ll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I’ll be there for you
I’d live and I’d die for you
I’d steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can’t say what love can do
I’ll be there for you

Did Bruce ever set hearts afire like a good BJ lyric? Not when he pulls up outside his girls house to tell her she’s no beauty but hey she’s alright. Where’s the pull compared to stealing the sun and air just for you?

“Baby, it’s okay, someday…
…We’ve gotta hold on to what we’ve got.
It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not.
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot.
For love we’ll give it a shot.”

Love is the BJ key. He’s lovable then and lovable now, a classic. You want to hold on, he makes you want to hold on real bad. ‘Don’t let go’ is the message. Or else.

This ain’t a song for the broken-hearted 
No silent prayer for the faith-departed 
I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd 
You’re gonna hear my voice 
When I shout it out loud 

It’s my life 
It’s now or never 
I ain’t gonna live forever 
I just want to live while I’m alive

If you ever go up against a BJ table, be ready to rumble. Without enough Bon Jovi in the tank, people get desperate and do things, hard things. They say things, things that might hurt.

Just don’t say it around the band table, not when they’re tuned into the higher power of music. When a band works to reorganize minds, like music does, don’t break the spell.

When you feel a trance coming on from a jam you hope never ends, the trade off is anger. Not bad anger, more a misunderstood anger. Who doesn’t love Bon Jovi, except when it’s on demand.

“Be Bon Jovi” isn’t the same as yelling “FREEBIRD” from the audience. One is a stereotype, the other is wishful thinking. Every man, if you get a straight answer, wants to be Bon Jovi, or be like him. He isn’t Rick Springfield, the hunk of manliness that sang Jessie’s Girl. He’s more like Stevie Winwood, another handsome rocker with a long career.

Don’t let the pretty boy facade fool you, though. Bon Jovi is hard, road hard, career hard, and he earned it. That he doesn’t fit next to another band’s table is normal, and the table knows it.

The secret is band tables love their live band, Bon Jovi table loves something twenty years in the making, history, and their youth.

I think there’s a song about that. One. Two. There. Four.