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.