Lost Highway tour, end of show, XCEL Energy Center, St. Paul, MN, March 2008.
Phil Griffin
Conversations with Phil Griffin
Whole Lot of Leavin portrait session, Minneapolis, MN, March 17, 2008.
Phil Griffin
When you have a song that becomes a part of peoples lives, forever marking memories, its nothing short of magic. Its the closest thing to immortality well ever know.
Jon
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BY PHIL GRIFFIN
Lost Highway tour, Richie Samboras guitar rack, 2008.
Phil Griffin
Its cold in Minnesota. Its February 2007, a drafty hotel room, a tour-weary rock star and a somewhat juvenile British photographer. The guy behind the lens just wants to take a portrait. As with all life studies, you hope to capture the truth of the man. Its different if the subject happens to have endured a million clicks and flashes over twenty-five years at the top of his game. I cant help thinking its the last thing Jon Bon Jovi wants to do right now.
But ever the professional, Jon endured. Looking back to where this all began, its funny how one photograph, a stolen moment really, touched a nerve, inspired faith, and created an understanding between us. With that one image, never planned but always hoped for, Bon Jovi and I began a journeya journey that has been inspiring, exciting, exhausting, and, at times, frustrating. Lets face it: You dont simply go on the road with one of the biggest bands in the world and expect to be given free rein. Or do you?
The joke out on the tour was always that whenever I had my camera in my hand, I somehow slipped into an invisible cloaklike some lens-toting Frodo Baggins with his magic ring. For whatever reason, Jon just didnt see me, Richie simply smiled, Tico winked, and Dave snarled his best keyboard king snarl.
It is the willingness of Jon, Richie, Tico, and Dave to let me in, let me be there, and let me take these pictures that has created the new material for this book. It is exciting for me to see the new and old share these pages. I hope it offers both a new perspective and a proud record of the past. It is, of course, both an honor and a responsibility, and I am doubly grateful that my pictures sit alongside the iconic images by Olaf Heine, Cynthia Levine, Mark Weiss, and all of the contributors to this anthology.
After our long trek on the Bon Jovi trail, making this book has taught me why this band is what it is. Why they have endured, why they are loved. Its simple, really; they are a family.
Jon is a complicated fellow. Watching him as I have had to do has felt a little bit like spying on your brother. Not always comfortable, but a guilty pleasure nonetheless. It is Jons tireless drive and complexity that create such a perfect foil for Richies infectious enthusiasm. To my mind, this is what makes these guys such great partners. I am proud to have been let into just a small part of that very private brotherhood.
Watching this band thru a lens has been a great way of focusing on where their trust in each other was born. To me it comes from the avenues and alleyways of Jersey, in the bars and clubs of the neighborhoods of their youth. Its in the fabric of the walls in Jons studio on the banks of the Navesink River. Its in the strings of Richies guitars and in the backbone of Ticos godfather-like presence at the back of the stage. These guys, much misunderstood but always steadfast in their identity, knew what their bottom line wastrust each other, tight-fist the world, and no one can break the circle.
I hope these pictures throw a light onto that truth. Each one has been chosen with care and pride. Thats what these guys do to you: They make you care, make you want just a little bit of that brotherhood, a small slice of the family pie that is the Bon Jovi way.
Talking of bottom lines, for me a truly great picture is indeed a stolen moment, a piece of a soul that once taken can never be given back. I am proud that Jon and his band have trusted me enough to let me steal pieces of their hearts to share with you.
Phil Griffin, 2009
Lost Highway tour set lists, denoting which guitars Richie needs for which show, 2008.
Phil Griffin
Whole Lot of Leavin portrait session, Minneapolis, MN, March 17, 2008.
Phil Griffin
A s far as Im concerned, the world began when Sinatra swooned, Presley swayed, the Beatles sang, She Loves You, and the Stones flaunted their sympathetic devil-may-care swagger. The rest of it just sort of happened.
Since the beginning of the rock n roll era, the idea of being in, or around, a band gave you license to thrill, if not the masses then yourselves.
In a band, you always felt invincible. Why? Because you knew you were among brothers, comrades, gang members. And if you dared, if you believed, you were Rock Stars.
Any successful musician will tell you it takes equal parts talent, sweat, and swagger to make up the magic formula. Sure, there are ups and downs at every level of your career. But over time those ups and downs become memories, and as you look back on them (like the old pictures your mother drags out at Christmas) all the old hurts somehow feel better and the story seems to shine brighter.
In any successful band, there has to be a lot of chemistry. Sinatra had Tommy Dorsey, then Nelson Riddle. Hell, he had the Rat Pack. Elvis had D. J. Fontana, Scotty Moore, then the Colonel and the Memphis Mafia. Paul had John, George, and Ringo. Mick had Keith and Charlie. Well, you get the idea. Me? I had Tico, I had David, and I had Richie.
For twenty-five years, Richie Sambora has been my right handthe brother, partner, and friend you hope to one day find from the time when youre a kid. I tell peopleand I mean this as the highest complimentyou would be lucky to call him your friend. He has the talent and desire that set him apart from the average guy slinging a six-string around. Sure, there are loads of guys who can play. There are lots of guys who can sing. But there isand only ever will beone Richie Sambora.
In any band, each member has a job to do. Tico Torres not only holds the bottom down sonically but has, for a long time, been the voice of reasonthe elder statesman, if you will. He once said to me, You know I love you. Ive been watching your ass for the last twenty-five years. He has watched me guide this ships course since its inception. He had the faith to leave a successful band with a recording contract for a kid, a garage, and a dream. I hope he thinks it was worth it. Im sure glad he chose to come along.
David Bryan has played in bands with me, on and off, since I was sixteen. I remember his father had a van and he had a Hammond B3. Dave might have been seventeen when we first played together. I like to bust him because hes twenty-two days older than I am. Hes old. Hes also a very funny guy who has added his share of fun to our mix. Now hes a big shot on Broadway, and of course he wont need us anymore. At least I can say, I knew him when
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