Our man Johnny Loftus takes on Bon Jovi for the Village Voice:
When the B to the J hits the Meadowlands, a phalanx of Chrysler Sebrings descend on the stadium like so many VTOL assault ships, disembarking payloads of forty-somethings straight through the crash doors and into a humongous portal to their youth. “Livin’ on a Prayer,” “You Give Love a Bad Name,” even the dunderheaded stomp of the New Jersey single “Bad Medicine”—these songs have entered core playlists and the common language, buttressed by the life experiences of the millions who can still sense the singe of Aqua Net in the acid-washed air.
Classic Loftus.
Nice. But why does the Village Voice Web site have to suck balls?