BON JOVI'S View From The Top
It’s the meanest part of midsummer. The air smells like a tramp pissed in a Turkish bath. It’s still in the 90s outside, and inside there’s 18,000 people layered like angel's food cake in an arena outside Washington, D.C. An exuberant bunch, good natured; they’re not even rude to the opening act, Keel.
BON JOVI'S View From The Top
Sylvie Simmons
It’s the meanest part of midsummer. The air smells like a tramp pissed in a Turkish bath. It’s still in the 90s outside, and inside there’s 18,000 people layered like angel's food cake in an arena outside Washington, D.C. An exuberant bunch, good natured; they’re not even rude to the opening act, Keel. It’s Keel’s first night on the tour; Bon Jovi have lost count. The crowd’s half U.S. Party Animal; the other half’s girls. . .smiley, hairbrushed, dressed-in-white girls, flicking Bics, bouncing in their seats, and generally adding to the all around heat and damp.