You All Are Amazing

What can I say to so many of you - some who are still strangers really - people I know by twitter names and online IDs and even as "anonymous" who stopped and took a moment to offer their prayers and to share a moment of deep sorrow with me?

What I can say is that you are all amazing.

You really are old friends I just haven't met face to face yet.

I am blessed to have you all in my life.

Thank you more than I can ever really say.

Thank you.

Ack! I'm Nekkid!

Taking the chance, one I didn't for quite a while, on adding my blog url to my twitter home page.

Since I don't moderate comments *blinking naively* this may turn out to be more exposure than I really want.

Hence, I "stand" here nekkid, showing my hidden face to the world.

Thanks for stopping by.

What A Week!

Well, this is a freaking great week for me.

Got a computer whiz to get my stories off my defunct laptop.

Got a new laptop.

Did an update on a story.

Yeah, THAT story!


Man, it's good to be back!

Four - The Hook Is Set

The whole thing would have never happened except for Tiffani.

On the cab ride back to the hotel, he felt as if he was still in the middle of a dream. Was that him who had done all that talking?

He kept shaking his head over and over at the impossibility of what she had suggested.

Yeah, right. The press would have a fucking field day.

Paying the cab driver absentmindedly, he went through the door of the hotel and headed for the bar.

He waved off the bottle of liquor the bartender held up in question and ordered a glass of wine. He sat sipping slowly, turning the glass around and around in his hand. A pleasant lassitude enveloped him as the red liquid cooled his throat.

“Hi love.”

His body stiffened slightly at the voice in his ear. Without turning his head, he answered.

“Hey.”

A finger curled itself in his hair, lightly rubbing along an ear.

“You here all by yourself?”

Another swallow, another signal to the bartender.

Breasts pushed against his arm, perfume tantalizingly near.

He turned to her.

“Yeah, here alone.”

She was pretty.

He was drunk.

It wasn’t until later that he got a good look into her eyes.

He saw the same thing he always saw.

She would do anything.

Anything.

Because of who he was.

Fuck.

Three - He Doesn't Run

He had joined her on the couch and they talked.

Or rather, he had talked.

Blame it on the wine and a never empty glass.

When she had refilled his glass the first time, he had been involved in a detailed explanation of his current point and hadn’t paid much attention.

That changed when the first bottle was empty and she asked him to uncork another, handing him bottle and opener.

He was the one who had finally turned on a dim light, no longer content not to see the eyes and the smile that went with the voice that was softly drawing him out.

His first thought was elegance.

From the effortlessness of her hair to the perfect polish of her toes, she exuded elegance, refinement, that quintessential je ne se quois that some women seem to possess, defined in their very dna.

He could not pinpoint her age and categorizing a woman was something he was very good at.

Opening the second bottle, he inclined his head in question.

“My friend, the host of this little soiree, knows my penchant for quiet. He is very thoughtful.”

He’d let that slide as his eyes were still taking in the details of her. He had by then clearly seen her eyes and the intelligence there held him.

“Who are you?”

She smiled and slowly shook her head.

“Non, non, let us not go there now. Do you wish to be who you are, or who you are right this moment?”

He smiled at that. She was right. At this moment he did not want to be who he was.

He raised his glass.

“Touche.”

“See how easy that was, mon bel homme?”

Laughing low in his throat, the tone somehow mocking and rueful at the same time, he looked at her.

“Did you just call me beautiful?”

“Oui.”

“I shoulda left the light off.”

“You think I refer to your face? Merde! Americans!”

She made a disgusted moue with her lips and her feet hit the floor.

Startled, he raised a hand to her arm.

“Wait…where are you going?”

“Bah! I think we have talked enough. You are no longer here.”

Confusion hit his eyes.

“Wait…I…” He sighed and shook his head. His eyes met hers.

“Please don’t go.”

She looked at him for a long moment.

“Tres bien, very good. Do not let that other man come back.”

Amazingly, for the rest of the evening, he didn’t.

Two - They Meet

What struck him first were her eyes.

A green so wildly true he thought of fresh heather and Ireland's deep forests.

Heavy kohl surrounded the green, making them seem to flash in their intensity.

Her hair was pulled back in a low chignon and heavy gold hoops were the only jewelry she wore, except for a large gold band on her left hand.

He had worked his way past several rooms in the house, making the rounds through the other party guests.

The aggressive nonchalance of most of those attending caused him to fill glass after glass of the shiraz he was drinking, until finally the wine gave him his own version of detachment.

This seemed one of those nights where every conversation was essentially meaningless. He could have phoned in his attendance for all that it mattered and he wished again that he had declined the invitation. He’d only been in London for 10 days and he wondered how was going to make it through this night, let alone a month here.

If he had to talk to one more “English flower” with more lineage than brains …

He shook his head as he walked deeper into the house, the sounds of music and trilled laughter fading.

The wall of windows he could see through an open door drew him and he strode across the carpet until he was standing in front of them, searching out the night and blessing the quiet.

He heard a low chuckle and then a woman’s voice.

“You are much too young to be so bored.”

Not English. French.

Wincing as he discovered he wasn’t alone, he turned, a fake smile already drawing his cheeks up.

The dim light didn’t allow him to see her fully, but the woman seemed unconcerned to be sitting in the near dark. She was half curled on a couch, her feet drawn up beside her.

His chin raised as he swallowed another sip from his glass.

“I’m not bored.” And yet even he heard the defensiveness in his own voice.

The woman laughed softly again.

“My mistake then. Please, continue on your way.” She raised a hand dismissively and turned her head.

He hesitated. There were no other rooms. It was rejoin the party or stay here, even if he wasn’t alone.

“Okay, so I’m bored.”

Again he heard the intriguing laughter.

“Good. You admit it. Now we can talk.”

"Floating" It Out There

Nights like this reminded him why he still did it.

He'd had to work for it.

And then it happened.

The approval.

Despite the risk.

And there was risk. Make no mistake. Everything was on the line. His entire life was in the balance and yet...he couldn't make himself stop.

It had started simply because he was bored.

How stupid a reason was that?

Fucking bored was the truth, though. Jesus, who woulda ever thought you could get tired of pussy? Every color, shape, size, flavor was his for the asking. Hell, he didn't even have to ask. It was thrown at him. Everywhere he went, every single day of his life. All he had to do was crook a finger and they would do anything...anything...to be in his bed.

And if he smiled...fuck...they'd hit their knees faster that a puppy peed on the floor when it's tail wagged.

It was fucking boring.

No matter how he acted, they thought he was perfect.

How long had it been since he had been wanted just because he was a man?

He grinned and laughed low in his throat.

How long?

Half an hour ago.

Reality Sets In

Went the next day to an orthopedist.

In a wheelchair.

My constant companion for the next two months.

There are five ligaments in your ankle. In the right foot, I ripped all five ligaments 80 percent. The left ankle had a third degree sprain.

So, let's see what my Bon Jovi quest cost me:

1. My husband and two daughters were playing a pool tournament in Vegas two weeks after I got injured. I was supposed to go. I missed seeing my daughters play in a national tournament for the very first time. (It was hubby's second time.)

2. I had to move out of my two story house for two months and live with my mother in her one story house. Without my husband.

3. I lost my job. And the second income we needed.

4. I lost my insurance.

5. I lost an entire year of my life in recovery. With no therapy (no insurance).

6. I almost lost my house through foreclosure.



So - Jon, Richie, Tico, Dave, and Hugh:

Do you think just two front row tickets on next year's tour would be too much to ask?

Whaddya think guys?

Still Telling

Doctor comes in.

“Nothing’s broken. Follow up with an orthopedist.”

Have I mentioned yet that the doctor sucked?

No word that ligaments were torn.

No “be carefuls” or “don’t walk”.

And only one day of pain meds.

Did I tell you what the pain level was?

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 the worst?

It was a 25.

I was in labor for 28 freaking hours with no meds and THAT WAS NOTHING!!!

Husband takes me home.

Gets a rolling chair to get me in the house.

I literally cannot walk.

Bathroom?

I crawled.

And cried.

And threw up.

It was the worst night of my life.

And the best it was gonna be for a while.

Did I mentioned yet that I did NOT win tickets to see Bon Jovi?

Yeah, insult to injury at its’ finest.

Time To Tell

I think it’s time I tell my story.

Take yourself back to April 24, 2008.

Bon Jovi is touring – Lost Highway – and I wanna go.

But times are tough – know the feeling?

So, I go to a radio contest in my area. Fill out slip, win tickets in drawing.

It’s April 24, 2008, two days before the “bomb” concert. Remember that?

Someone actually called in a bomb threat to a Bon Jovi concert? How rude.

I’m jonesing for a ticket and I’m relatively poor – I say relatively ‘cause I have no idea what’s coming.

I’m at the _____ Bar, and I put my name on the ticket and drop it in the box and then I turn to go down the steps and… KABLAM! I Fell. Hard. Brutally.

I can’t get up. I can’t stop the pain. I can’t breathe.

I remember being carried…the car…the hospital…singing “Wanted Dead Or Alive” for the x-ray tech when I can’t stand putting my feet up for the x-ray.

Did I mention that I sing really badly?

He said… “Sing something…to relax…”

I looked at him as if he was Satan himself.

“Sing?” I croaked, pain and tears as heavy as a typhoon.

“Yeah, sing…trust me…”

‘Fuck you’ is what I thought, “Wanted Dead Or Alive” was what I sang.

I got through…somehow.

Then I get a hint of how badly I’m hurt.

And I thought broken bones were the worst.

Quickie

Updated John Francis.

New Entry in A Secret To Share.

Apparently causes speech loss.

"Shrugging shoulders*

New Story

Throwing it out there - enjoy.

I sure am.


http://sunstreaked-secret.blogspot.com/

Soon!

Update soon - have been posting on story.

Missed ya all!

Happy Holidays!

Hope everyone is having a great holiday with those they love.

See you all soon!

Chinese Democracy - A Casual Fan "Review"

(I would have done a band photo, but don't know who is in the band...not sure they do either!)


As you’ve noticed, I bring up other things in this blog, things I’ve been thinking about or news items or music from other artists…basically completely random nothingness, meaning usually just my opinion.

I wrote about Chinese Democracy, the new Guns N’Roses release before. Guns fans have forums too and while to me they are rather virulent in their adoration of this album, I wondered what I would think of the album as a very casual fan.

So, while listening to each song I wrote what came to mind about it. This is not a “review” per se as I’m not musically knowledgeable enough to do that. I’m just a listener, someone who might hear a song on the radio, and that’s how I wrote it.

Hopefully I’ll be able to convey that I have nothing against Axl, Slash, or former or new GnR. At best, I am a very casual fan. There were a few songs I liked from the old Guns and I probably vaguely know the rest. So this opinion is offered only on behalf of myself and perhaps as an indication of others in that category.

While there are many people who are very into music such that they can recognize who is playing a guitar on a certain song because of the “style”, there are those of us who actually couldn’t tell you if it was Slash, or Buckethead, or Bumblefoot to save our lives. Scoff if you must, but I’m guessing I’m not alone in that.

Of course we also have our favorite bands and with those we can tell you their history, who’s in the band, their albums, their tours, and their music – just like Guns fans can with GnR.

IMO, with our favorite bands we are predisposed to like the music. If it’s our favorite singer doing new songs we will probably like them because it is our favorite band. That’s pretty much human nature.

Excluding our favorite bands, other musicians play and either it catches us or it doesn’t. I hear a new song on the radio – within several seconds I am either turning it up because it has “caught” me, or I’m changing the station. I’m probably not far off in imaging that a lot of you do the same.

Regarding Chinese Democracy and with the full understanding that these are just MY opinions, here are a few sound bytes.

I first heard (or got reminded) about this album from the Dr. Pepper tie-in. Saw that on Google when checking the news.

Found Guns fan boards when my curiosity got me as truthfully I didn’t pay attention whether or not GnR had not put out new music in years.

As far as expectations of what Guns N’ Roses music should sound like, I don’t think I had any. Simply not familiar enough with their stuff to HAVE expectations.

I listened to each of these songs in order and wrote what came to mind, pretending I would be hearing these for the first time on the radio.

You can listen along as well by going to Youtube and putting in the names of the songs. Look for the ones with the cover of the CD as those are off the album and not the years of leaks.

Songs:

Chinese Democracy – I like that intro. Intrigued me and I wanted to hear more. Built anticipation. Seriously great when the next bit starts. Got thrown a bit with the part that sounds like “Rock You Like a Hurricane”. Heard Axl’s scream and my eyes got wide in pleased surprise. Then he started singing and I just deflated. I lost interest. The song is not bad, it’s just this huge letdown after such a great start. The only words I can really remember are “masturbation” and “precious time”.

Shackler’s Revenge – I seriously dislike this song. Started laughing out loud at hearing what sounded like an elephant. My first thought was how bloated this song sounded with the double? vocals. I was so distracted by what sounded like every instrument known to man being thrown in that when it was over I really couldn’t remember anything except “I’ve got a funny feeling” and the elephant. I HATE THIS SONG!

Better – Didn’t really care for the intro. If in a car, might have already switched the radio. Vocals are much better. This one has a real “beat” to my ear. Did start tapping my toes when Axl started singing and that kept me listening. When the “now I know you better” starts that draws me out of the song. Back in with next part. Do not like the last part of the song (I never wanted you to be…) Would probably listen to this one again.

Street of Dreams – Really liked the intro. Next part is great. First lyric made me go “what the hell is wrong with his voice”? Next one was better. Got my head bobbing. Love the guitar on this. If the parts of this song where his voice is weird were gone, I would like this. Best song so far.

If The World – Really great start! I would have been blasting this in the car. Voice starts, still blasting in the car. Love the rasp. Serious toe tapping going on. Actually starting to sing along with this one. Interesting little bit in there “da da da” – me likey! Really singing the chorus now. The flamenco guitar bit is just icing on the cake. I LOVE THIS SONG!

There Was A Time – Intriguing start, turn radio up. Voice – okay, still listening. Toes are tapping. Chorus just threw me right out. Would have changed station on that. Gets better after chorus, but I might have been done after just that. Still dislike that chorus. Improves again. Gets really good with the guitar and drums. Like that part a lot. It feels like this song is too long. Like it could have ended at around 5 mins. But it continues and the guitars are good. Really good. Funny, but I like the guitars so much I actually wish Axl weren’t singing. Ending is great. There are some great parts here, but that chorus just threw me out of that song so I probably wouldn’t be rushing to hear this one again. Shame too, because the ending is really good.

Catcher In The Rye – Okay start. Good vocals. Gets better. Chorus just loses me. It’s not good, not bad, just meh. I would have changed the radio station. Instrumental part is nice. Like the “nah nah nah” part. Guitar is good. Chorus again – just ugh. This song seems to go on forever. I would have definitely changed the radio. Just waiting for this song to end. It lost me ages ago. Ending not bad, but I wouldn’t have made it that far.

Scraped – Intriguing beginning. Radio is up. Voice starts, losing me. Radio is changed. Not toe tapping, making a face. Don’t like this one. Bloated again. Guitar is good moving into great. Head bobbing a little. Voice again – wham! I’m out. Glad this is a short song.

Riad n’ The Bedouins – Great start. Voice starts, still listening. Radio is up. Decent, not great. Not tapping. Like when he stresses words such as “all”, “lies”, “time”. Not bad, not great. Solo not grabbing me on this one. I might listen to this again but wouldn’t seek out. Could live if I never heard it again.

Sorry – LOVE the intro! Radio is UP! Vocals good and I’m actually trying to hear the words. “I don’t want to do it” made me laugh. Brought me out of the song a bit. Sounds like two different singers. Like the “I’m sorry for you” part. If I hadn’t read that this was a slam against Slash and maybe Guns fans, I would have thought it was a bitter love song. Love the solo, LOVE IT! “…kicked your ass…” brought me up short. It would have made me realize this isn’t a love song and that takes away a little bit for me. Don’t really like near the end. This is an intriguing song and I would listen at least once more.

I.R.S. – CRANK THAT RADIO! Cool intro! Still listening. Can tell right away it’s Axl and that’s a plus here. Wait. Can hardly understand a word. “…well it’s true…” sounds good. Chorus is clearer and pretty good. Solo bits are great. Way over the screaming though. Still can hardly understand what he’s saying so that takes away from the song. I hear “call president, private eye” stuff, but the rest, have no real clue what he’s saying so song is not grabbing me. On a car radio this would be even less clear. Damn! Great start but then it just lost me.

Madagascar – First few seconds would not have grabbed me if on the radio. Voice starts and then the grab hits. Really like his voice in this one, like the beat, the music. Again, can tell this is Axl and that is a plus. “Forgive them that tear down my soul…” great lines! Like the additions in the song, such as Martin Luther King – makes it more interesting and I probably would have made it that far on the radio. Can’t understand the other voice/s, only King, so starting to get confused now. I would have listened to hear the end if I was hearing this on the radio for the first time, but that’s about it. It’s pretty good, but in the end doesn’t hook me. I would listen again though.

This I Love – Beginning would have caught me. When voice starts I have no clue who is singing. Now asking myself “Is that Axl? Nah.” Not grabbing. High voice is irritating. Just music part is good, but I would have been gone. Definitely not listening to this in the car. Just realized I’m only 2:30 into this song and wishing it was over. Guitar/s starting and pretty good moving towards really good. Guitar just got seriously great but I would never have heard them. Sorry but when vocals start again, want more guitar. Turning speakers down. Song seems over, but goes on. Vocals better and song starts improving. THIS part I would have listened to! Guitar/s and those last several seconds not worth having to listen again to the rest.

Prostitute – Good start, radio up. Vocals intriguing, love the long notes. Damn! Again the chorus loses me! There goes the station. Still love the voice on those notes he holds. I’m not getting hooked on this song. Listening right now and can’t remember a single word. I won’t think about this when it’s over. Guitar goes whiney now – annoying. Radio down cause I’m already annoyed. The last minute is good and I want it to continue, but I never would have heard it as I would have changed the station a long time ago.



So, of all the songs, If The World is the only song I really want to hear again. Street of Dreams is decent and so is Better, in that order. The rest are already forgotten. Except for Shackler’s. I don’t ever want to hear that again. As a very casual fan I would order If The World on iTunes (and did!) and possibly Street of Dreams, but that’s it. I would not buy the album.

Just putting this into a little perspective, I’m 47 and grew up with these type of bands, during the early MTV days when you had it on all the time to watch videos. Today, well, can’t remember the last new video I saw.


If you’ve bought this album or heard any of the songs, I would love to know what you thought. Leave a comment or drop me a line at sunstreaked@mail.com.

Take Me Home, Jon, Take Me Home

Another Friday, another fiction.

Jon and Tessa.

Home.

Wow.

Just wow.

This isn’t your typical “Jon” story. In this one he’s got a few flaws, a few quirks, and a few things to overcome. One of those things is how he’s going to bring Tessa into his life and just what that means.

After all, he has kids.

An ex-wife.

Long-time friends.

How is Tessa going to fit in and what does fitting in mean exactly?

And Tessa.

Confident, successful, a bit of a loner.

What happens to her when she’s thrust into the world of Jon Bon Jovi?

How does she learn to trust him?

To know what they have is real?

Take the journey.

It’s worth the trip.

Home

By TaraLeigh

Jon Bon Jovi and Covers

Some of the following are my favorite covers of other artists' songs as done by Jon or Jon and Richie.

Hope you enjoy!

Willy DeVille and Jon Bon Jovi – Save The Last Dance For Me

Really love this song.


Try A Little Tenderness

Cuts off at the very end, but oh those 3:13 seconds until it does.


Bon Jovi & Steven Tyler 1989

Two of my favorites! Jon and Steven.


Jon & Richie – Can’t Help Falling In Love With You

Too short! More please!


Jon & Richie – Imagine

Thought this was just beautiful.


Jon & Richie – Here Comes The Sun

Again, so gorgeous!


How many did I miss?

WTF?!?! Adolf Hitler?

There are just some things that make you ask that type of question.

The seriously whacked news that makes you wonder what the fuck was that person thinking?

Such as The Reincarnation of Adolf Hitler.

Yes, you read that right.

Heath and Deborah Campbell have actually named their blonde-haired blue-eyed three-year-old son Adolf Hitler Campbell and are currently having a hissy fit because a store refused to decorate a cake with the child’s name on top. In a previous year they wanted the cake to have a swastika on it. Their other children are JoceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell (2 yrs in a few months) and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell (age 2 in April).

Honszlynn Hinler is named for Heinrich Himmler, the man in charge of the concentration (death) camps and head of the SS.

Apparently Heath Campbell said he named his son after Adolf Hitler because he liked the name and because “no one else in the world would have that name”. NO SHIT SHERLOCK!

And he “sounds surprised” by all the controversy the dispute has generated.

But then again he apparently doesn’t believe the Holocaust took place.

Now, I’m sorry to say, but there are some really stupid kid names out there, that other then being ridiculous and a future embarrassment to the child, are nonetheless relatively harmless. These include:

Pilot Inspektor (Jason Lee’s son)
Fifi Trixibell (Bob Geldof’s daughter)
Audio Science (Shannyn Sossamon’s child, sex unknown)

And lest we forget, the apparently zoned Frank Zappa and his three Zapp-ettes also known as Dweezil, Moon Unit, and Diva Muffin.

Then there are the children who have future lawsuits against their parents waiting, such as Pixie Frou-Frou and Toilet (pronounced Twa-lay). Yeah, right. SURE it’s pronounced twa-lay, yep, everyone calls her that.

And deserving of their own special mention:

Tulula Does The Hula From Hawaii
Number 16 Bus Shelter
Violence

and
Twins – Benson and Hedges and Fish and Chips.

A judge in New Zealand in the Talula case said the parents of the nine-year-old had shown very poor judgment. “It makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap.”

Now, while all that may have been somewhat cringe-worthy to read, there are those names that are just a flat out no-no. Should not be used, not if you have a shred of decency in your soul for your child. Just an inkling of how cruel children (and adults) can be. Just one drop of compassion for what you are PURPOSEFULLY setting up.

Some of those infamous names (at least in this country), include:

Ted – if your last name is Bundy.

Jeffrey – if your last name is Dahmer.

Joseph – if last name is Stalin.

Mao Tse Tung – pretty much anywhere.

Judas

and

Coming in at number two on the NO FUCKING WAY list is, not surprisingly:

Bin Laden

But, THE number one name, the absolutely don’t use it EVER name, has got to be:

Adolf Hitler.

If this is not one of the most WHAT THE FUCK moments out there, I’ll have to search the news more.

This sure is my WTF of the day. Maybe the week.

This name is not embarrassing, or silly, or ridiculous, or anything as benign as that.

It’s downright cruel.

It “makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap.”

It’s wrong.

What do you think?

One Source: Adolf Hitler Campbell

Jonny Are Ya Glad to See Us?

So…another late night last night for me. As The Fiction Mistress would say, hubby was in satisfaction coma and mama was here on the ‘puter, trying to write and mostly succeeding, and oh so thankful for my late night Yahoo chat buddies – Siara and Neen and Melissa and Willow and Nzjbjfan (you work way hard girl!).

Of course there's also AliceFaye and Bayaderra and BedofRoses, but unlike us night owls, these ladies actually manage to get some sleep on a regular basis!

And then there's Samantha herself when she’s got a few. Don’t ya love her pics of where she gets to stay while doing her job?

And don’t ya just know that someday, someway, His Royal Hotness himself is gonna be in one of those fancy hotel rooms, just down the hall. Oh Mistress! Will you be able to contain yourself? One would certainly hope not!

I’m doing a lot of story tweaking right now and had a couple of short chapters so I posted two today on John Francis.

And, as a teaser, ‘cause I’m not yet ready to post, there’s a new story in the works and pretty soon I’m gonna introduce you to Jon and Mel.

Also, have been tossing the idea around of adding another sequel to The Plane. I feel a certain mood coming on, the mood I need to write that story and it’s sitting on the devil side of my shoulders, whispering dirty words in my ear. I’m starting to listen harder.

Oh? That picture above? Well...shit.

What do YOU use for inspiration?

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Have another Youtube for you. Why oh why can’t I run into Jon when he’s had a few? He’s just so damn cute!

Bon Jovi – Vancouver 87

And I happen to love this song, so it was way easy to watch this compilation video and listen ‘cause there’s lotsa kissin’ and lotsa dancin’:

Bon Jovi – Put the Boy Back in Cowboy

Welllllllllll…I now feel re-inspired…gotta go…gotta breathe…lordy, lordy.

Russian Bon Jovi?

So…a lot of us who write and blog have these little map things at the bottom of our pages.

You might have noticed.

They’re fun for us because while we might not know who you are, it’s way cool to see the countries out there who share a love of Bon Jovi.

And this got me thinking.

Where is Russia?

I mean, I guess I can understand Antarctica not being there…only about 5,000 people and only during the “summer” there starting in November…and most of those may be men…although if I was there I sure would wanna heat up a little by reading some good Bon Jovi stories!

However, since it IS Antarctica, I guess they get a pass.

But where the heck are the Russian Jovi fans?

I know they’re out there. Is it cause Bon Jovi hasn’t been there in forever?

Has it been too long?

If you know anybody there or know somebody who knows somebody.

Will you ask?

And yes, Ms. Bayaderra, I know Russia is a country not a continent! But it is WAY huge!

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Have a few Youtubes for you today. If you’ve seen them, enjoy them again. If not, grab a glass of wine and take a look at our boys.

Richie Sambora – In It For Love

Gorgeous! Man and song – Just GORGEOUS!


Bon Jovi Good Lovin’ Bad Medicine Philly 2005

OH MY GOD! Could this man be any sexier? I don’t think so!


Bon Jovi - It’s My Life

This one just stuns me! The crowd – SO LOUD – even the guys seem amazed. Was anybody there for that concert?


Got a youtube to share? Email me at sunstreaked@mail.com

And if you’re on yahoo, give me a hollar at sunstreaked61.