Three musically related things I’ve been meaning to share
1. Christopher J. Hanke’s abs
Lord have mercy.
You all remember my friend Christopher, right? He’s in the hit Broadway show How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying . He will be performing on the Tony’s this weekend, but sadly, his abs will not be making an appearance. Thank goodness I can freeze frame his Broadway.com video blog and exchange the picture above with the marine winner from my Dr Pepper contest as my new screensaver. Is that too much information?
‘O Sole Mio
I understand that American Idol has sort of jumped the shark and those of us over the age of 27 all watch it more to see JLo’s unusual wardrobe and hair piece choices, as well as to hear whatever wacky comment Steven Tyler conjures up from the pit of his soul. With that said, I was fast forwarding through the show about a month ago and I noticed a trio of strapping young lads singing front and center. I rewound and witnessed this:
COME ON! These boys are 16 and 17-years-old and are quite the sensation. Their name? Il Volo. They’re like the new Jonas Brothers, except they aren’t really brothers, they are Italian and can SING! If you don’t have a favorite, you need to brush up on your pop culture. Even though that one in the middle looks like Joey Lawrence and the one on the left is super cute in a straight-up nerdy way, I heart the one on the right. Lord knows I’m a sucker for dimples.
Lay Your Hands On Me
A few weeks ago, I was fortunate enough to be chosen by my friend Mary to accompany her to the Bon Jovi concert.
I’m going to give you a few seconds to absorb the awesomeness of that sentence.
Dear reader. It was everything I wanted it to be and more. Sure, we were all bummed to learn that Richie Sambora was in rehab, but let’s be honest with each other…we went to the show to see this:
The lights began to flicker and eventually, the stadium was blacked out. You could cut the energy with a knife. Our row placed bets on what the opening number would be and before we could dig a few singles out of our wallets, the epic,
“SHOT THROUGH THE HEART…AND YOU’RE TO BLAME…”
in which 20,000 fans responded, “YOU GIVE LOVE…A BAD NAME.”
Cue the electric intro and the crowd goes wild! And then THIS guy comes out from the back of the stage:
Jon is hot. And he can sing. And he’s entertaining. And he’s hot.
He sang all the songs he’s known for and only a few from any album that came after Crossroads Greatest Hits. Fortunately, that gave us time to Facebook, Tweet and call everyone we knew to rub it in that Jon had just asked us personally to lay our hands on him.
Before we knew it, the concert was over and Jon had yet to sing “Dead or Alive.” As if he wouldn’t sing it during the encore. Please.
But then he didn’t come back on stage. Through meager claps and drunken wolf whistles, I began to get really nervous that he would not return because we were not enthusiastic enough.
Was Jon ticked off at Houston?
Never since I attended the George Michael concert (read about that fantastic time HERE) have I felt the need to voice my desire for an encore so badly. I rally the troops in section 204 and then it slowly begins to spread. Suddenly, the entire auditorium is resonating with a primal chant, when out of the darkness we hear:
“I’M A COWBOY…”
I have never been so happy to finish a lyric in my entire life. And I did it with great gusto and pride.
Had Richie been there to recreate this moment, the night would have been perfect!