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I remember this day so well. The tv was on  from start to finish, had video record the show from start to finish..

mid day took son to a birthday party, so had car radio on when out of house...when taking him and later picking him

 up. Daughter in back of car was 1 year old...son was 5.

I remember when they played Cars song with the video.... each time made me cry, and even now only have to hear that song and all the same emotions come flooding back, can remeber it being a hot day, windows open so could hear show every place I went...even when driving going past houses in the streets.... it was every single house, it seemed ......... write more in a while....smile.gif

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I had to be at a wedding.

Honest to God. A wedding.

What cheek! What nerve! What a massive oversight!

Your wedding is booked for what day?! July 13th?

Are you freaking kidding me?

 

There was no bowing out gracefully.

It was my best friend's wedding. I was to be the Maid of Honour, though my friend insisted on referring to me as the Matron of Honour because I was already married. 25 years old... almost 26 and I was to be a matron. As if missing Live Aid wasn't insult enough... I was to be the Matron of Honour. When really - all I really wanted to do was plop down on the couch and watch Live Aid all day.... all day! Start drinking by noon... and party the day away...I was too young to understand Woodstock when it occurred in 1969 but had heard of its legendary performances for 16 years - surely Live Aid would be my Woodstock - even if it was by way of TV and radio.

At 7am Toronto time - I jumped out of bed in time to see Status Quo, then Style Council (Paul Weller is so cute watch?v=1sAxBh8MEog?f=videos&app=youtube_gdata

 

Shiver. Goosebumps.

Note the U2 faithful waving flags in full force already. God bless them. smile.gif

 

Shortly afterwards, it was time to get ready to go...get showered, dressed, do the hair, face and nails... all the while thinking, if I miss U2, I'll die... honest to goodness... I'll die... cry... and there will be nothing left of me but a pool of tears.

My girlfriend and I, we were the bridesmaids, we took a cab over to the bride's home to be with her and get her sorted and have photos taken. During the cab ride, I held my friend's hand and tried to not cry... "Please don't let me miss U2, please don't let me miss U2... " over and over again until we arrived. Once there, I turned on the TV... Oh thank you, thank you, thank you God, I hadn't missed them... Massive relief!

Eventually the lads took the stage... and the rest of the story you know... because you are here...

 

I didn't see anything else of Live Aid that day.. had to wait to see snippets here and there...

There was no You Tube back then... there were no personal PCs ... no Windows OS, no internet...

I never saw much of Live Aid until the DVD was released.

The wedding was lovely, very posh, every attention to detail... however the bride and groom separated not even 5 years later... *eye roll* ... oh well... it happens.

 

That's my Live Aid day story, what's yours?

xx Helen

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http://www.atu2.com/events/85/liveaid/

 

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16 hours of music. Dozens of artists covering both sides of the Atlantic Ocean, and a handful more contributing via satellite from elsewhere around the globe. All in the name of raising money for famine relief in Africa.

Up against the likes of Queen, The Who, Led Zeppelin's reunion, David Bowie, Bob Dylan, Elton John, and more, you could understand if U2 -- with all of 5 years under their belt since "Boy" was released -- played their 20 minute set and slid quietly into the background to let the heavy hitters carry the day.

But U2 delivered a performance that was critically hailed by most and put them on the rising tide toward worldwide fame ... making U2's performance at Live Aid one of the band's defining moments.

Photos and more at the link above

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http://www.atu2.com/news/...bout-u2-at-live-aid.html

 

Joan Baez Writes About U2 at Live Aid

 

Joan Baez's autobiography, 'And a Voice to Sing With', July 01, 1985

By: Joan Baez

 

(She wrote this immediately after her performance at Live Aid in the U.S., as she watched other performances on the TV in her hotel room.)

 

"I see a face I don't recognize on the screen. It must be coming from England because the swaying audience is dotted with union jacks. The singer is dressed in black, and has long, slightly messy brown hair. He is streaming with sweat, and some of his hair is stuck to his cheek, in road map designs, making me want to brush it back. The song is cosmic, heavenly, lilting, and persistent. The singer jumps in the air and stomps around in heavy boots. He doesn't fuck the microphone the way rock stars do when they realize that technology has made it possible for them to extend their egos out over a crowd of thousands. No, this young man is deadly serious about something, and is expressing himself with such tenderness it is enough to break my heart. He calls to the audience. They call back. He sings little bits of songs from the fifties and sixties, all in his utterly unique sound, and they sing back. He is directing a choir. They are the choir, and they are transported. Am I making all of this up? Possibly. The group's name appears next to the Live Aid symbol superimposed over his mystical dance. U2, Live From Wembley Stadium. This is the group my fifteen-year-old advisors have told me to watch. This is the group they say is political, even pacifist. The singer is working his way down toward the crowd, jumping onto a narrow wooden skirt a few feet below the stage. He is gesturing to the crowd, waving someone toward him. He takes the long drop into the orchestra pit, and continues his sign language invitation. Eventually, a young girl is lifted bodily and handed over the fence which separates him from the crowd. She is simply passed over like an offering. She lands on her feet and is in his arms, and he dances with her. She is probably stage-struck and in shock, and her head is sweetly bent down, and for the next few seconds he is cradling her as they dance.

 

I can't recall ever having seen anything like it in my life. It is an act, but it is not an act. It is a private moment, accepted by seventy thousand people. The dance is short, sensuous, and heartbreakingly tender. He breaks away from her and is helped up to the level just under the stage, and there finds another girl, dances with her the same way. All this while the percussion and hypnotic guitar continue relentlessly, lyrically, with the audience waving their arms back and forth, a part of the ritual. The singer moves back onto the stage, and, still pouring with sweat, continues with the song. His voice is nothing special. It is unsteady and it cracks. But it is compelling, as he is compelling. There is something about his seriousness which has captivated me.

 

Rock stars can look and be serious, but it is usually about themselves or their inflated vision of themselves. None of us who stand in front of a hundred thousand people hearing our voice (and band) amplified, tampered with, echoed, and smoothed into cosmic velveteen can escape certain grandiose delusions about ourselves. But this Irish lad is involved with something more than self-aggrandizement.

 

Granted, his ego is well intact, and he is a superb showman, but there is something more going on. And I would like to know what it is. That I would like to be wrapped up in his arms like the little English girl there is no doubt. But if my instincts are correct, there is something which preempts flirtations with him. Something bigger than him or me or us combined, or our music combined. Something to do with politics, kids, freshness, and breakthrough. And love.

 

Out of the hours of Live Aid that I saw by the end of the day, the high point was witnessing the magic of U2. They moved me as nothing else moved me. They moved me in their newness, their youth, and their tenderness...

 

I finish up someone's warm beer...and shut my eyes. I see...the little map of hairs stuck to the youthful Christ-like face of the Irish singer from U2."

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It's one of those moments where I remember exactly where I was and doing. That usually only happens with some historical national or international event, not music. I was already madly in love with U2 since 1980 and the release of Boy, but there were only a handful of places to get information about your favorite artists back then, Rolling Stone magazine was a big one and then MTV. I'd wait for hours watching MTV to see videos of U2 cause it was rare to see them. We didn't have MTV/cable in our house then so I spent that weekend at a friends house who had it and I taped the whole concert from beginning to end.  There wasn't going to be anything in my way of being able to see U2 at Live Aid  Seeing U2's performance that day was just amazing, needless to say. Bono's desire to connect with someone in the audience was so profound. Of course back then we didn't know the band was furious with him and he thought he'd blown their whole performance, but his instincts have always been pretty much right.

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