July 13, 1985. Thirty years and many musical memories ago. I’m so glad I was alive to be a part of that event.
No, I wasn’t there in Philly. Nor in England. I didn’t get to ride the Concorde with Phil Collins. But I had dragged my 14-year-old ass out of bed at 5:30 a.m. on a summer weekend so I could tune into the concert of the decade.
It started around noon UK time, which put us at 6-ish. They were broadcasting the entire thing on the radio so I had my cassettes and tape recorder ready to go.
Then there was JFK Stadium in Philadelphia. To be there must’ve been something else. I longed to see Powerstation and Madonna. Waiting to see Duran Duran perform was like torture. I remember getting to see the last few hours of the show broadcast on TV. Another thing to thank Dick Clark for.
Thirty years later I still have some of the cassettes that I recorded. I have the “Live Aid” book. I’ll have to scan through that later and continue with my walk down memory lane.
Such nostalgia for such an innocent time in my life…