In the summer of 1986, as the school holidays rolled lazily by and I spent time hanging out with my friend, she pulled out a record her brother had bought home from a trip to the U.S. It was called Slippery When Wet and was by a band called Bon Jovi that neither of us had heard of.
It was the start of a huge musical crush for both of us, of years spent bickering over who had dibs on Jon and who would have to settle for Richie, years spent listening to every song on every album and countless hours spent gazing adoringly at the posters of Jon Bon Jovi on my walls.
The strange thing about this particular band is that, as much as I loved them once, that’s how much I don’t like them now. I can’t put my finger on when or why it started to change but, unlike other bands whose music I no longer listen to but still have affection for, these days Bon Jovi leave me cold and unimpressed.
As in, I fucking hate Jon Bon Jovi’s smug face these days.
The only affection I now have for this band is the memories of my friend and I, our crazy obsession for these guys and their music, endless hours fantasizing about becoming their women. But that’s what the soundtrack to my life means, I suppose. Music that represents a certain time, place, people, and memories that come wrapped up in those songs so as to be inseparable from them.
So in that spirit, here is the song that I probably loved the most back then.
Anita, this one’s for you. xxx
P.S. Jon’s all yours. Richie too.
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