It was twenty five years ago today. July 13th, 1985, at Wembley (and Philadelphia, and 6 other sites across the world).
A moment in TV history, but I didn't see any of the TV coverage until after the event. Because I was there!
The day the tickets went on sale, my brother Stuart happened to be in Edinburgh, and walking past the Playhouse box office. Seeing a queue, he joined it. (Well, that's what happens when you've been brought up in the Soviet Union during the beetroot shortages. Or East Kilbride).
Turned out the queue was for tickets for Live Aid - tickets we couldn't get near in London, living a mile or so from the venue. So on the day, we were there, and it was brilliant, from beginning to end.
Great memories, for a great cause, and as the programme on BBC TV called it tonight, the day music changed the world. OK, perhaps not forever, but at least for a while, and for some who might otherwise not have lived.
Tears, laughter, great sets from some of the finest pop and rock acts of all time. Bowie (of course). Queen. U2. Bryan Ferry. Sade. The Spandaus and Duran. And Quo kicked it all off, while Sir Paul Macca closed it without his mic being switched on.
What a day. Thanks Stuart, and thanks Bob.
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