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By now, you are likely aware that rock n’ roll legend Chuck Berry has died. Perhaps you’ve read or scanned a few think-pieces detailing his musical impact and legacy. Because legends and beloved artists (not just celebrities but folks who shared their creativity and left the world cool with more cool stuff) keep dying at a bummer rate, we should all be familiar with the celebrity media death cycle.
As branding goes, the Franklin Hotel Bar (176 E. Main St., Kent) may not be the catchiest or sexiest name for a mid-scale drinking establishment. Something like Scarlett or Derek would be much sexier, but arguably less useful for a business.
Across his 34-plus year career, Jon Bon Jovi and his various writing partners, most notably ex-member Richie Sambora, have peppered 13 studio albums with plenty of fist-pumping, half-empty-beer-can hoisting, arms-around-your-friends, communal-shout-along anthems for lovers, hard-workers, rockers and anyone else who enjoys a catchy chorus, pounding rhythm and uplifting lyrics.
When I arrived in Akron about a decade-and-a-half ago, many folks told me that downtown Akron was a depressing war zone. To hear some tell it, the city center had become a Mad Max-style post-industrial apocalyptic wasteland with roving bands of predatory ne’er do-wells, closed storefronts haunted by the ghosts of better economic times and generally a place you didn’t want to be in after dark.