Bon Jovi: Neither Pin-Ups Nor Wimps!
So here they are in England for a tour that sold out in six hours flat. Here’s Alex John Such, doing the U.S. equivalent of the Pope kissing the soil and baring his butt at a gaggle of Northern girls! Here’s a roadie, doling out backstage passes to girls who bare theirs back! Here’s David and Richie and Tico, and here’s Jon, running from some megahormoned harpies who want to rip his clothes off!
Bon Jovi: Neither Pin-Ups Nor Wimps!
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Sylvie Simmons
So here they are in England for a tour that sold out in six hours flat. Here’s Alex John Such, doing the U.S. equivalent of the Pope kissing the soil and baring his butt at a gaggle of Northern girls! Here’s a roadie, doling out backstage passes to girls who bare theirs back! Here’s David and Richie and Tico, and here’s Jon, running from some megahormoned harpies who want to rip his clothes off! Still, last time Bon Jovi played England he was running from the pig’s-head (“Pig’s head? Where do you get a pig’s head? And how the hell do you get it into a gig?”) and the piss-bottles that unbelievers threw onstage; Jon, who wasn’t “into” sports at school, is getting jolly good at moving fast. Like to the top of the international rock superstardom league, for instance. Right now everyone wants a bit of Bon Jovi; heck, Jon couldn’t even go to the bathroom at his own party the other day without a journalist hiding in the next cubicle and trying to sneak an interview . . . .!