40 Years in 40 Days: 1985

Live-Aid was the only thing that mattered in 1985. I watched from my living room. The whole thing. It was the first time I felt immersed in music.

From Wikipedia:

Live Aid was a dual-venue concert held on 13 July 1985. The event was organised by Bob Geldof and Midge Ure to raise funds for relief of the ongoing Ethiopian famine. Billed as the “global jukebox”, the event was held simultaneously at Wembley Stadium in London, England, United Kingdom (attended by 72,000 people) and John F. Kennedy Stadium in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States (attended by about 100,000 people).[1] On the same day, concerts inspired by the initiative happened in other countries, such as Australia and Germany. It was one of the largest-scale satellite link-ups and television broadcasts of all time: an estimated global audience of 1.9 billion, across 150 nations, watched the live broadcast.[2]

Here is the roster of artists (from @u2.com):

Status Quo (London, 12 p.m.)
Style Council
Boomtown Rats
Adam Ant
INXS (from Melbourne, but played at approximately 1 p.m. in London)
Ultravox
Loudness
Spandau Ballet

(Philly begins at this point!)
P – Joan Baez (Philly 9 a.m./London 2 p.m.)
L – Elvis Costello
P – The Hooters
Opus (from Vienna)
L – Nik Kershaw
P – The Four Tops
B.B. King (from The Hague)
P – Billy Ocean
P – Ozzy Osbourne
P – Run DMC (Philly 10:15 a.m./3:15 p.m. London)
Yu Rock Mission (from Belgrade)
L – Sade
L – Sting (3:15 p.m. London/10:15 a.m. Philly) (same as Run DMC)
P – Rick Springfield
L – Phil Collins
P – REO Speedwagon
L – Howard Jones
Autograph (from Moscow)
L – Bryan Ferry (4:10 p.m. London/11:10 a.m. in Philly)
P – Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young
Udo Lindenburgh (from Cologne)
P – Judas Priest (Philly 11:26 a.m./4:26 p.m. in London)
L – Paul Young (London 4:40 p.m./11:40 a.m. in Philly)
L – Bob Geldof welcomes America (5 p.m. in London/noon in Philly)
P – Bryan Adams (12:02 p.m. in Philly/5:02 p.m. in London)
L – U2 (5:20 p.m. in London/12:20 p.m. in Philly)
P – The Beach Boys (12:40 p.m. in Philly/5:40 p.m. in London)
L – Dire Straits/Sting (6 p.m. in London/1 p.m. in Philly)
P – G. Thorogood/Bo Diddley/Albert Collins
L – Queen (6:44 p.m. in London/1:44 p.m. in Philly)
David Bowie/Mick Jagger (on video)
P – Simple Minds
L – David Bowie
P – The Pretenders
L – The Who (8 p.m. in London/3 p.m. in Philly)
P – Santana w/Pat Metheny
L – Elton John
P – Ashford & Simpson w/T. Prendergrass
L – Elton John and Kiki Dee (9:05 p.m. in London/4:05 p.m in Philly)
L – Elton John, Kiki Dee, and Wham!
P – Madonna
L – Mercury and May
L – Paul McCartney
L – McCartney, Bowie, Townshend, Moyet, and Geldof
L – U.K. Finale (9:56 p.m. in London/4:56 p.m. in Philly)

Tom Petty (5:14 p.m.)
Kenny Loggins
The Cars
Neil Young (6:07 p.m.)
The Power Station
The Thompson Twins
Eric Clapton (7:39 p.m.)
Phil Collins
Plant, Page, and Jones (8:13 p.m.)
Duran Duran
Patti LaBelle
Hall & Oates w/Eddie Kendrick and David Ruffin
Mick Jagger (10:15 p.m.)
Jagger and Tina Turner
Bob Dylan/Keith Richard/Ron Wood (10:39 p.m.)
U.S. Finale (10:55 p.m.)

It was simply amazing to an 11 year-old in Shreveport, Louisiana to see all of this music performed. We will never see a lineup like that again playing that kind of quality of music again. It’s amazing that it happened and I know I was fortunate to see it; to recognize I was watching something monumental that mattered and was doing good for the world.

If you haven’t seen the Live Aid documentary, Against All Odds, Google it – the whole thing is on the You Tube.

40 Years in 40 Days: 1983

 

Excited to get a Versatile Fleece Vest in 1983.
Excited to get a Versatile Fleece Vest in 1983.

The year 1983 saw both the official beginning of the Internet[1] and the first mobile cellular telephone call. I was already a master of the Speak and Spell and was taking computer classes on a Mac, so technology grew up with me, I suppose.

Music in 1983 was all about Michael Jackson, The Eurythmics, Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton, The Police, and Duran Duran. Perhaps the biggest year for post-punk. Here are a few songs from the year because it’s one of my favorites. And let us not forget, it was the release of R.E.M.’s Murmur, which is stil amazing.

40 Years in 40 Days: 1982

Ah, 1982.

Field Day, 1982
Field Day, 1982

I’m skipping the facts of 1982 and jumping immediately into the Kerry Facts of 1982. 1982 for me was all about Annie coming out. I wanted to see Annie for my birthday in 1982 and was all excited about my friends going with me because in my 8 year-old mind, we were all a ragtag group going to see Annie, a redheaded girl like me. I was the only redhead in my school if you don’t count Mr. Hays, my 3rd grade teacher. So, my birthday came and Annie here we come! But, no. My mom takes us to the Eastgate shopping center to see E.T.  I did not want to see E.T. I sulked throughout the entire movie and ended up dropping my giant Pixie Stix on the floor and spilling the delicious flavored sugar. I dressed up as Annie for Halloween that year and made my sister dress up as the dog, Sandy. My mom made her dog ears out of panty hose, which kind of awesome.

The best thing of 1982 was the release of “I Love Rock and Roll” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, which was the first single I bought with my own money. I still love that song.

40 Years in 40 Days: 1978

photo7What a strange year you were, 1978.

 

1978 saw music begin to turn a corner. Thank Baby Jesus. Elvis Costello and The Attractions released This Year’s Model and we were off to the races. “This Year’s Girl” still holds up and is a beacon in the disco days of ’78. He summed it up well, ““Those disco synthesizers / Those daily tranquilizers / The body-building prizes / Those bedroom alibis” and then “All this, but no surprises for this year’s girl.” Elvis, you brilliant songwriter, you.

40 Years in 40 Days: 1976

Me at 2.

1976 was weird.

Music in 1976 was in a pretty sad state. Except for this:


Movies in 1976 brought us Rocky and All the President’s Men. Shut up, my favorite movie.

40 Years in 40 Days: 1975

Me at 1.
Me at 1.

Ah, 1975, I barely remember you.

 

1975 in Film saw Grey Gardens released. WIthout question, this is one of my top 5 documentaries. Watch this clip.

1975 in Music was pretty crappy. I’m not kidding. Disco and soft rock, but here’s a song I like and I can’t put my finger on why, but I like it.

Material for my book is happening

Because I say so, listen to this while you read: 

Y’all, I moved to Texas two months ago and have felt exactly like this every day:

Say "everything's bigger in Texas" one more time.
Say “everything’s bigger in Texas” one more time.

Our closing was postponed by 5 days while our possessions were on a truck along with my suitcase, because I AM A GENIUS. During that time we had the Mother-in-Law staycation, while we were homeless because all of our possessions were on a truck and we couldn’t close on the new house yet because we hadn’t closed on the old house. During MILStaycation, I had exactly two McDonald’s apple pies, two TCBY mint chocolate chip shakes, a bunch of sunflower seeds, 42 cups of coffee (half were iced), and bites of ham and cheese. That was my diet for a week. Super health nut, I know.

And so, we moved to Texas. Three children, one husband, and one basset hound, The Honorable Former Judge Lucille Brown of the Great State of Mississippi. This is the house.

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It kind of looks like a painting, but it’s real. I have real landscaping with real roses and oleander in the backyard. I have a courtyard that I can lock, so no one can actually come to my front door if I so desire. Suck it, trick or treaters.

Here are half of the light switches for my open concept living/kitchen. Yes, I’ve been watching way too much HGTV and I have open concept everything in my home. And granite and wood and tile floors. Just once I want the people on House Hunters to say “UGH! Granite countertops?! I want butcher block counters and wall-to-wall linoleum, textured wallpaper and all vertical blinds.”

I have no idea what turns on what.
I have no idea what turns on what.

Like I said, we have a dog. She’s a hound dog. We got this note stuck in the gate of our courtyard after being in our new neighborhood for one week.

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First, I do not respect someone who writes in Arial and prints a note to a neighbor in landscape mode. Yes, let me adjust my seven-year-old hound dog’s morning routine for you. Is there anything else I can do? Do the tiny yippy dogs not bother you? Just my hound dog? And, she did not howl for 30 minutes; I am home every weekday until 7:40 and I would never let her howl for more than a couple of minutes. Also, I do tutoring for English/Grammar if you’d like to drop by. No, I don’t – I hate people, but seriously – it’s called proofreading.

Because we are such wonderful pet owners, we decided to adopt a kitten. Actually two kittens, but one died due to Fading Kitten Syndrome. I promise I am not making this up. This is the kind of shit that happens to me because of course it does. This is F. Catz Fitzgerald.

We have the same color hair.
We have the same color hair.

We adopted Fitz the day before Easter. Guess what? There was a note waiting on my car when we happily carried the kitten to come home with us. Texas hates my guts. Texas couldn’t hate my guts more if I punched the ghost of Ladybird Johnson. The Ghost of Ladybird Johnson is my new band’s name, by the way. Here is the note from the person who hates my parking.

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Yes, they wished me a happy Easter and drew a picture of what may be a happy sun. You should know that I was parked far away from any other cars in the parking lot and there were no other cars around me when I returned to my car. I do not understand the Texas Notewriters, but I suppose I need to carry stationery in my car just in case. Hell, I’m putting one of my typewriters on the dashboard, baby. Y’all are going to get real notes – and I’ll sign them with my name, not anonymously as if I’m writing for the greater good of society. Bitches. Of course, I’m not going to do this because I’m in Texas and everyone has a handgun, shotgun, and grenades in their trucks and I’m afraid of them. I mean, THIS is an ambulance.

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Really, this is around the corner from my subdivision. Everything in Texas is on steroids. It’s not that things are bigger, it’s that they’re on steroids and have major anger issues. As well as other issues. Even the art is angry. What do you expect when this is a painting in my new favorite restaurant?

10286931_10203803588345242_8307309927972585748_oTexas came in like a wrecking ball. No joke.

More later. Working on some random thoughts. There are many.

Edit: in my foolishness, I forgot to mention that the name of my town is HUMBLE. AND THAT IS IRONY, ALANIS.