So guys, it’s like this: in true mafia family style (afterall Bon Jovi operates like a mafia with deep secrets and unquestionable loyalty within), we’re gonna have a sit-down. I’m gonna say some things you may not like or don’t wanna hear, and you’re gonna listen.
So drink you’re espresso and shut the eff up.
I know that both of you were very big fans of the HBO series ‘The Sopranos’.
You remember the show I’m sure since one of your songs was used as background in an office scene in the Bada Bing strip club.
Also it’s no secret Jon Bon that you wanted a role on the show, but Tony Soprano’s ego was bigger than yours and the two of you probably wouldn’t have played well with others and the end result could have been, you know, cement shoes for one of you.
So why am I bringing up ‘The Sopranos’ in a Bon Jovi letter, you ask? Here, have another cannoli and shut the eff up.
It’s because last week actor James Gandalfini, who played the iconic crime boss Tony Soprano dropped dead of a massive heart attack on vacation in Rome, Italy with his son.
Just like that, at the age of 51, poof a vibrant life of an extremely talented person and master of the craft of acting had his life snuffed out leaving his gift of his work in life up to that point, and forever guaranteeing that family and friends would never have the benefit of it again.
Now to prove that I’m a reasonable man who doesn’t have a hard heart, to coin a John Lennon phrase from his song Beautiful Boy, “Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans”.
Or, to use a quote from Richie that hit’s a little closer to home from Seven Years Gone:
“The hour glass is broken
Sand is slipping through your hands
By your chasing what’s been stolen
Change is making, making other plans”
What’s that Jonny? You wanna know why I didn’t use a quote from from one of your songs? Here, have some gabagool and shut the eff up.
To put it in Jersey terms, it’s time to cut the crap, fish or cut bait, crap or get off the pot, bury the hatchet, let by-gones be by-gones, check your egos at the door and step back and take a look at what can be permanently and unexpectedly lost beyond Richie not playing on this tour because of a tiff or the hard to fathom ‘personal reasons’.
Let me say it again: makes this right.
Stop being a couple of wise guys and get your s*** together.
Get Richie back in the band, do it not because it’s right but because at the end of the day you’re family, like it or not, and part of that deal is unconditionally loving your sibling despite the ugly things they do or say short of murder.
No no no Richie, don’t say nuthin’. Just have some shvooyadell and shut the eff up!
Sorry guys, yesterday’s gone, tomorrow’s not guaranteed and today is all we have.
You have millions of fans around the world who could care less who said or did what to the other, as long as you fix it.
Hell, we’ve accepted Phil X, so let Richie come back and keep Phil and Bobby in the damn band together…it will give your music some much needed ball swagger anyway.
The alternative is what happened to Paul McCartney and John Lennon.
After the Beatles broke up they swore they would never work together again—oddly for ‘personal reasons’—and just about the time when they began considering doing something further on down the road in 1981, Lennon gets gunned down after signing an autograph for a demented sociopath outside the Dakota apartments in New York.
Just like that, the best laid plans of mice and men went up in smoke…leaving the one remaining alive with a boatload of remorse and regret over what could have and should have been.
So that’s it. I’ve said my piece.
Taken it upon myself to have this literary sit-down with you to try to open your eyes to the potential hidden cost to all of this founded and unfounded ego driven stupidity. Put another way….
‘It’s my life,
It’s now or never,
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I’m alive‘
Now take some tripe with ya and get out of here. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.