Rob Williams wrote a pretty positive review for the Winnipeg Free Press, though he disparagingly labels The Circle "mediocre" and suggests this is the reason the band didn't focus on it (as if I wasn't disappointed enough that Jon seems to have already given up on one of my favourite albums):
WINNIPEG — With a thunderstorm warning, rain and lightning strikes Saturday afternoon, Bon Jovi's concert could have been slippery and wet.Check out the full review here.
Concert organizers were living on prayers throughout the day and they were answered right before the show's 7 p.m. start time. The storm shifted, the weather warnings were called off and the rain stopped.
"Brothers and sisters, there's only one way to hold off the rain tonight -- scream!" frontman Jon Bon Jovi urged following a slight drizzle.
The crowd complied, and so did the weather -- even Mother Nature has a crush on Jon Bon Jovi.
Winnipeg Free Press also ran an article by Melissa Martin about a crowd of people who caught the show for free from outside:
They may not have been the best seats in the house. They may not have had beverage service and they might have been far from the bathrooms.Read the full article at this link.
But boy, was the price worth it.
While about 40,000 Winnipeggers crowded in to Canad Inns Stadium on Saturday night to catch hair-rock survivors Bon Jovi deliver a set of blazing rock 'n' roll, hundreds more gathered on street corners, fence posts, and on Garbage Hill to see the show for free.
Or at least, what they could see of it.
Meanwhile, Darryl Sterdan wrote a cynically offbeat song-by-song rundown for the Winnipeg Sun... here's a taste:
You Give Love a Bad Name: "This ain't television, baby!" yells Jon to the near-capacity crowd. "Get up outta your seats!" Of course, he says this seconds after a giant closeup of his face was broadcast on a video screen — so it actually is very much like TV, if you wanna be picky. And when you see his mug that big, you notice his teeth are whiter than Chiclets. Seriously, I think they might glow in the dark. If I were lost in the woods with him, I would bash him over the head, knock out those choppers and drop them like bread crumbs in a trail. They're even whiter than his Rod Stewart-style tripod mic stand. The other thing you notice as they dig into this classic: Sambora is already sweating bullets. Dude, it's only the third song. Pace yourself; it's gonna be a long night.Read the whole review here.