by Andy Nowicki
To properly engage with his subject requires both confidence and willing vulnerability on
an artist's part. Thus, an artist’s best work is often accomplished when the ravages of age cause him to fear that he may have exceeded his arbitrarily-assigned—but no less real and ever-looming—expiration date. Cockiness born of the arrogance of youth is replaced by the easier, more graceful self-mastery which can only derive from, and consequently be tempered
by, a sobering awareness of one’s undeniable limitations, itself a scarcely-avoidable by-product of aging.
Take the vintage Gen-X band, Bon Jovi. BoJo's most popular fare derives from their glory days in the 80s, when this lite-metal act soared to stadium-packing success, fueled by the singer's good looks and the band's generally formulaic but intermittently catchy brand of radio-friendly pop.
Take the vintage Gen-X band, Bon Jovi. BoJo's most popular fare derives from their glory days in the 80s, when this lite-metal act soared to stadium-packing success, fueled by the singer's good looks and the band's generally formulaic but intermittently catchy brand of radio-friendly pop.
