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Jon Bon Jovi
Perusing my dear wife's copy of Now! celebrity magazine this weekend, I alighted upon a Q&A session with one Mr Jon Bon Jovi. A couple of his responses piqued my interest. Alas, it's not available online, and nor do I have the magazine with me, so you'll have to rely on my memory...
First thing was his answer to the following question: "If you could choose five musicians, living or dead, to make the ultimate band, who would you choose?" Remember, this is the ultimate band we're talking about. You can choose the best musicians ever. Here's who Mr BJ chose for the first four: Jimi Hendrix. Elvis Presley. Keith Richards. John Lennon. All geniuses in their own way. I don't know how pleasant a band with four guitarists and no bass player would be, but then again John occasionally tinkled the ivories, and Jimi was a dab hand at the kazoo, and it's all about bucking convention: who am I to question the man who wrote "I need a respirator cause I’m running out of breath / You’re an all night generator wrapped in stockings and a dress"? So anyway, we finally come to Jon's choice of drummer. For the drummer, Jon chooses... Bono. Now I know that Bono is something of a polymath. He writes songs. He sings them. He makes political rants. He does a bit of primitive painting. He owns a hotel. He raises money for Africa. He may also be able to thump a couple of tubs in rhythm. But he's not known for his drumming prowess. Perhaps JBJ got mixed up with bongo drum. Or Ringo? The second thing that caught my attention was JBJ's response to the question: "what is your favourite city?" "I love Dublin," the great man replied. "Whenever I visit, it's always a religious experience for me. "Every gas station attendant is a poet." I am not quite sure which Dublin Mr BJ has been visiting. Perhaps he was visiting the "other" Dublin - the one that you get to by taking a steam train from Darby O'Gill and the Little People via the Quiet Man - and he might indeed have had his petrol pumped by doggerel-spouting WB Yeatses, his windscreen made sparkling clean by lyricising Brendan Behans, while smartly besuited James Joyces bitch-slapped Oscar Wildes over who gets to empty Mr BJ's ashtray. Or perhaps not. Despite the flattering image Mr BJ paints of the city in which I reside, I need to point one crucial fact to him: in the real Dublin, there are no gas station attendants - they're all self service. If, of course, by "gas station attendant" Mr BJ means the person behind the counter, well, I don't know how to break this to him, but with very few exceptions at all, every gas station attendant in Dublin is Chinese. Now, they may of course be Chinese poets, and they may indeed be very good, but I get the impression JBJ doesn't speak any Chinese dialects. On the offchance that the person behind the counter is in fact a native Irish person, the typical lyrical response I find my ears being tickled with is such postmodern haiku-form verse as: Which pump? Pump five yeah? That'll be thirty euro. Thanks very much, bud. Well OK, maybe JBJ does have a point here. Note the similarities with JBJ's own remarkable: I’m a devil on the run A six gun lover A candle in the wind I guess it takes a poet to recognise one. |
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Typo? Maybe he meant John Bonham of Led Zeppelin. He was sometimes referred to as "Bonzo".
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yeah, but he's livin' on a prayer!
You tell me what insight a man who has not only appeared in Ally McBeal but releases a greatest hits compilation with all the hits done acoustically as 'a treat for the fans', and i'll show you a man who tells you Bono's a drummer and has his teeth whitened with a blue tinge so they show up better on stage and TV. Now magazine, jjimm? Hardly the source of good music journalism now is it?
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The biggest innacuracy in the OP is that jjimm calim's it was his wife's magazine.
'Fess up. The truth must be told.
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A haiku is a Japanese poem. A Chinese gas station counter person writing haiku is about as probable as the same quoting Yeats.
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Ah New Jersey - first Bon Jovi, now this...
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Oops. That was hella-stupid. My apologies. Actually my plot worked. Doesn't JBJ seem like a true genius now?
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I just remembered, he also said he "hate[s] The Darkness" because they're "trying to be Spinal Tap". Actually, that's really only an opinion with which I disagree - but it's also just plain dumb. |
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He probably did say Bonzo, but you silly laddies just assumed that he must want an Irish guy in his band.
And as far as the gas station attendant thing: It's a bit of Jersey idiom. All gas stations in Jersey are full-serve. "Gas station attendant" is just another way of saying "regular ordinary working joe." FWIW, all of our gas station attendants are Indian: Regular or high octane Will you be having? Cash or credit, sir? |
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Trying to be Spinal Tap. They ARE Spinal Tap.
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Gotta give some props to any rocker whose bestest bud is Coach Bill Belichick. Bill got him interested in football, and now Bon Jovi owns the new Philly team in the Arena League.
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(He may have weird taste in drummers, but I still love him. He's so cute.) |
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There is a Dublin in both New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Perhaps he meant one of those?
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Why's everyone suspecting my reading comprehension here? Could it possibly be that he really is that dumb..? |
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I just went into a shop to check my facts, and now find that I'd totally misread everything.
In fact, the article was printed in Then! magazine, and was about Johann Sebastian Bach, who said Kuala Lumpur was his favourite city because the rickshaw-wallas talk in iambic pentameter, and later said his ultimate quintet would contain five cello players and a harpsichord. And he thought Mozart a pale imitation of Handel. Sorry for the misunderstanding there. |
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My GF was in a newsagents (in Dublin) the other day behind an old biddy who was nattering with the person (also an old biddy, I believe) behind the counter, thus making my gf late for work. Behind-the-counter-old-biddy asked old biddy A why she doesn't do the 'Lotto' (as in the Irish national lottery).
Old biddy's reply was: 'Ah sure, I've no luck. If it was raining soup I'd be out with a fork'. I thought to myself 'what a marvellous, robust, almost lyrical, way the Dublin working class have of expressing themselves!'. I did not go on to wonder what a New Jersey hair rocker would make of this, or how badly he would express it. I also didn't decide to read every line of (my GF's copy of ) a Now! interview by BonJovi. Oh, and: Bono!?! Drumming? WTF? |
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Anyone who thought JBJ was actually talking about gas station attendants and not "Dublin's Everyman" has comprehension issues. Seriously.
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Being stereotyped as a nation of twee, elfin poets who lyricize grandly at the local, where all the women look like Maureen O' Sullivan and the men are all sturdy yeomen named Sean, is relatively benign as ethnic pigeonholing goes.
Given what the US stereotype of the Irish used to be, you guys ought to thank the National Tourist Board for the whole Enya-drenched mystical claptrap you lot have sold us.
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You know, there is sometimes sheer beauty in overlooking a thread until it's almost run its course.
Thank you, jjiimm for your last post. It was divine. |
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This will be the same Jon Bon Jovi who was once making a video and a group of fans gathered to watch. After a while, one of said fans sparked up a spliff. Upon noticing this JBJ stopped shooting the video, went over to the fan, grabbed him and frogmarched him to a nearby police officer.
Very rock'n'roll, Jon. But anyway what I've never understood is this: Sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drink Sometimes when you're alone and all you do is think How can you tell the day by the bottle that you drink? Does he drink a different type of alcohol every day - "oh I'm drinking whisky so it must be a thursday" or "I'm drinking vodka so it must be a wednesday"? Or does he perhaps buy 7 bottles at the start of the week so he can tell what day it is by how many he's got left? Or does he label them all with a particular day? So many questions... |
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No, you're right, Kalhoun. It takes a true langer like you to point out to a dozy pillock like me that local idioms are indeed comprehensible across the entire English-speaking world.
In fact many of me old chinas have had the craic and taken the piss out of me about it down the rubba. Sure and doesn't every man jack and the world and his dog know that. Thank you, Kalhoun, ya dappy bollix. |
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Great pit OP, Jjimm! Original, creative, and well written.
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Are you the JBJ metaphor police? Good lord, it's like you're going out of your way to ruin a good rant. And Jon Bon Jovi sucks sweaty horse ass. He may claimed to have "rocked a million faces" but he still recorded "Merry Christmas R2D2" and had a poodle mullet. He can't escape his past.
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Scoops? (This'd be funnier if there was no minimum word limit on posting) |
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Excellent, you clever old Oxonian, you. (* fonetic Dublin spelin, there; I suppose it's maith really)
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I was at a petrol station recently when a poetic voice came over the tannoy and said, in a thick Cavan accent, "Customer, you have selected diesel" and it turned out that I had!
By the way, there are no attendants in "gas stations" here, they're all trainee assistant managers. |
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Why, just the same thing happened to me. And the voice said:
O loyal customer, thou hast selected diesel, Yet it were unleaded that thou ought - I, loyal servant of thy petrol station Shall rectify the liquid that thou sought, And swiftly change thy carriage's elixir From that which would thy engine disembowel (As if a noble Bedouin's oasis Did offer only aqua regia foul, And thus the camel, stooping low to sup it Would innocently drink the pois'nous brine And fall as in a fit of dreadful vapours And wither as a leaf upon the vine) And thus with magical mechanics I do thy bidding like a woodland sprite. (We also offer sherbets, sweetmeats, candies, And vouchers that thou canst redeem for shite.) |
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Hi Octane again, pop the cap, lift the pump.
await hum of acceptance Insert funnel into awaiting tube. pull trigger. hypnotised by the flash of passing cars, until the sharp aroma of petrol station flowers (half price for mothers day) brings awareness back to suburbia. Wipe hands on blue paper dispenser, close cap and tap the hood. Take the cash and watch for signal mirror indicate, children rushing out the door to school. Replenish peat briquettes at side of door. Hi octane again, pop cap, lift the pump.
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Now look what you fuckers have done, you've got Twisty back sniffing the 4 star.
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This thread, unlike JBJ, complety rocks.
![]() I rarely L.O.L. at an SDMB thread, but jjimm's post about the actual article in Then! magazine cracked me the fuck up. ![]() Also, that Bollocks commercial's just the dog's bonjovis. |
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[Slinks off in shame]
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