The television coverage for the massive Live 8
concerts on MTV and VH1 was awful. It was all about the personalities, not
the music. This was supposed to the most important concert experience
of the decade, and yet very little of the performance footage actually ended
up on screen. The viewer heard way too many vee-jays spouting puff
news along the lines of, "This
is amazing. The classic lineup of Pink Floyd is
taking the stage together for the first time in over two decades. Now,
let's go backstage and talk to Jimmy Fallon about his new movie."
Thank you, Total Request Live, for convincing the world that the
youth of today has such a short attention span that they can't make it through
even a song without lots of bright and shiny fluff to occupy them.
ABC's special was a little better. At least they showed mostly full
performances. However, they tried to condense nine eight-hour
concerts into a mere hour, so there was no way of coming close to capturing
the scope of what had happened.
The only way that you could totally appreciate
the enormity of the event (unless you attended one of the shows) was on AOL,
where you could watch streaming video of all seven entire concerts
(including the down time between acts -- hey look, there are lots of people
going to the rest rooms and concession stands in Rome and someone in Berlin
is picking their nose...) It was great to experience the concerts as
they happened, getting to see entire performances without talking heads interrupting
them. Unfortunately, it had all the problems inherent in
broadband too. It was hard to pick and choose what you wanted to see
and what you didn't. It was hard to know when something would be
shown. Fans could not have copies of the performances for their
collections. (Well, at least not officially; a series of pirate blogs
popped up that had figured out how to make almost everything downloadable.)
Most importantly, music -- in general and particularly with a video feed --
just doesn't show as well on computers as it does on a full screen.
Most people would much rather be able to see it on a big screen TV with full
surround sound and good speakers rather than on a pixelated 15" to 17" inch monitor
with an inferior computer sound system.
So, finally, with this four-disk box set, we
get closer to experiencing the concerts as they really occurred. It's
still not a perfect approximation of the shows, but it's by far the best
choice we've gotten so far.
In case you were living in a bio-dome this
summer, Live 8 was the huge worldwide concert thrown by Live Aid mastermind
(and one-hit-wonder rock star via The Boomtown Rats' "I Don't Like Mondays")
Bob Geldof, Midge Ure (of Ultravox, and Geldof's co-writer on the Band Aid
single that started all this, "Do They Know It's Christmas?") and U2 leader
Bono. It was an unofficial twentieth anniversary celebration of the
legendary Live Aid concerts in London and Philadelphia in the summer on
1985. This time the shows multiplied -- not only were they playing in
London and Philly, they set up other concerts in Rome, Paris, Edinburgh,
Berlin, Japan, Africa and outside Toronto. The charitable thrust of the
huge event was a
little murkier than the original "Feed
the World" credo. These shows were to raise awareness and to catch the eyes of
the eight most powerful leaders on the planet, all of whom were soon to have a
summit meeting to discuss
Because nothing says peace, ending poverty and feeding
the world like "Comfortably Numb," "Helter Skelter," "Drop It Like
It's Hot" and "We Will Rock You."
The concert was quickly thrown together. A mere
month or two beforehand, Bob Geldof intimated in an interview with Mojo
that there was no way that there would be a twentieth anniversary Live Aid
concert. It would be way too much of a logistical nightmare.
Live 8 made him a liar, but what a fabulous liar.
The most honest moment in this concert was when
Bob Geldof acknowledged that one of his motivations for staging the concert
was so that he could play and no one could stop him. Lord knows there's no other way Geldof
could get an audience even a fraction of this size at this point in his
More often, though, the charity aspects of the
concert seem a little smug and self-satisfied. In particular, when
Geldof calls up an African woman who had been a starving child in a film he
had made for Live Aid. Now, seeing her grown to be a healthy, happy
woman, holding her arms high over her head was supposed to be a touching,
wonderful moment of achievement for the people watching all over the Earth.
Doubly so because Madonna was there, clutching that triumphant woman's hand. Proof
that there was hope for the starving in the world.
Perhaps, but it was so NOT rock and roll.
More rock and roll was the reunion of
perpetually sniping members of Pink Floyd with former leader Roger Waters.
The moment was rather historic, particularly considering the vitriol and
legal skirmishes lobbed at each other by Waters and the group over the last
couple of decades. Too bad Waters is sort of shuffled off into sideman
status as backing vocalist and guitarist as Dave Gilmour takes the spotlight
(Waters does get the opportunity to duet with him in the set-closing
"Comfortably Numb"), kind of giving this momentous resurrection of a classic
band a bit of a feel of capitulation. It's like Dave was forcing Roger to
say "uncle" in front of a global audience.
Luckily, most of the artists are a lot more
giving, setting up some strange but fascinating pairings: Stevie
Wonder and Rob Thomas. Paul McCartney and U2. Coldplay and
Richard Ashcroft (former leader of the Verve). Sarah McLachlan and
Josh Grobin. Midge Ure and Eddie
Izzard. Elton John and some guy I'd never heard of before.
Shakira and her perfectly taut belly. Bono and his ego.
Mariah Carey showed her charitable nature by
following a performance of "Hero" with this uncharacteristically selfless
request: "Everybody, give a big hand to the African Children's Choir..." There was also a lot of kissing up, like when
Robbie Williams finished "Angels" with a supposedly spontaneous "God bless
you all and God bless Bob Geldof." The viewers also get to learn interesting and
useless trivia facts. "Hello, Philadelphia. My name is Richard
Gere, and I was BORN in Philadelphia!" the Pretty Woman actor said when introducing Stevie Wonder, to rouse his (apparently) hometown crowd. Who knew?
For a concert that is
planned to show world unity, the package does give short shift to some of
the satellite concerts, like Paris, Tokyo, Italy and Germany. Because
of this, many world artists who never get any exposure to audiences outside
their homeland lose out on an opportunity to connect with the rest of the
planet. I was particularly distraught that Axelle Red's fiery
performances in Paris didn't make the cut, but many other very worthy
international artists get blacked out here, like Laura Pausini, Zuchero, Kyo,
Blue Rodeo, Die Toten Hosen -- and many, many more.
Also, you have to wonder who
exactly chose which acts were worthy. The DVDs only showed one performance by Roxy
Music ("Do the Strand," which was also probably the least impressive of the
songs they performed in their set) and yet Robbie Williams gets four.
Still, we've got a full contingent of vital and diverse artists, doing some
great and some not-so-great music for a good cause. Plus somehow, Dan
Aykroyd snuck in here, too, just like he did in "We Are the World" twenty
years ago. By the time that Paul McCartney performs "The Long and
Winding Road" for what seems like the ten-billionth time, most viewers will
be stuffed to the gills with music and good will.
Maybe not everyone, though.
This disk is perfectly fine for the casual fan, but how about a special
hardcore fan's multi-disk set with each of the entire shows? (You can
cut out the between-act boredom, though.) Many of the individual
shows have been made available internationally, though apparently even those
are missing some performances. Proceeds can go to
charity. Come on, Saint Bob, what do you say? Feed the world.
Jay S. Jacobs
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Posted: January 1, 2006.