"I thought this was Dublin," shouts Jon Bon Jovi, baiting the crowd for a more enthusiastic response to his Jovial antics.
But then, so did we all. This concert, however, could be at anywheresville, with the stage's weird carnival backdrops and the out size screenings of an MTV land Snoop Doggy Dogg.
The crowd at the RDS's main arena are surprisingly un rockist looking, with very few sporting long hair and looking like they have a Harley parked outside. Rock chicks galore there aren't.
It's more a mixed crowd that looks like it's on the town for Saturday night, and there can no longer be fixed notions of what a genuine Bon Jovi fan looks like.
But this is what the band have built their reputation upon appealing to a broad audience, while retaining just enough metal cred to keep the currency of long leather jackets and flowing locks.
Jon actually sports trousers of the current colourful Dublin style, a shiny lurid yellow.
The cavorting of sections of the audience lends itself to the true fashion of outdoor concert ambience, Irish style.
One deliriously happy girl has great fun being jostled about piggy back on top of her male friend, before being thrown to the cigarette holed plastic flooring.
Then she continues with a rousing but drowned out version of The Road to God Knows Where with some brand new pals.
You'd vainly (but perhaps thankfully) search for such frolics at Feile this year.
One snogging couple sway to the tune of Always, while tightly committing themselves to one another in what must remain a memorable moment for them both.
And every couple have their arms entwined for In These Arms - a testament to the romance of Jovi's songwriting.
Other fans, mostly girls, throw caution to the melodic blast of air, and cheerfully recite every word of the lyrics while strangling invisible chickens, air guitar style, in time to the music.
The band give the fans what they want: goods style with stings of heavier hits interspersed with ballads, a short acoustic set and a medley of covers, including Papa Was A Rolling Stone and Jumpin' Jack Flash.
We are finally, and firmly planted in Dublinsville, with the crowd giving nothing other than a chorus of Ole Ole etc, by way of saying "more".
The sun finally breaks free when the lengthy encores commence with Always and the remainder of a beautiful evening is left over for the show ground revellers.
Finishing off with This Ain't A Love Song, Jon Bon Jovi, man of the people, proves with a three hour plus concert that he knows how to give value for money to those people. Bon Jove!