It's a little after eight when the lights go dim and I sit with a racing heart and the kind of knot in my stomach that I haven't felt for 3,5 years. I am about to see Bon Jovi again, in the heart of London, only a couple of blocks down from where it all ended on the last European tour. I feel excited, I feel overwhelmed and maybe I even feel a tiny bit sceptical of what is about to come. My expectations are high but I decided to go in with as little knowledge as possible. I've heard the four songs that have been officially released so far and only loved one of them. The other three I thought were alright.
Is that a good place to start? I don't know, but there is no time to think about it. Tico takes his position behind the drums, David grins as he steps behind the keys, our saviour Phil and our cool-guy Hugh take their places, Shanks is there too. Jon comes walking on, steady and slow, head to toe in black, big smile on. I smile back at no-one in particular and everyone all at once, thinking I'm home and realising I'm already getting sentimental. So here's what happened next...
