30 Years Ago (give or take a couple of days)

On November 25th, 1984, a bunch of pop stars got together and recorded a song. There was a famine happening in Ethiopia, and this guy, the lead singer and songwriter of a band out of Ireland, was more than a little staggered that very little seemed to be happening to address what was going on.

He got in touch with a mate, the lead singer and songwriter of a band out of Scotland, and the two of them threw together- not overnight, but close- a tune and some lyrics.

Were the lyrics, perhaps, a little Western-centric and culturally-condescending? Arguably, yes. Was the song catchy and well-intentioned? Definitely. In my opinion, such as it is, anyway.

The two musicians then set about gathering up the biggest names in the British music business of the day and bringing them all together to record the song. All this, like the composition of the song, happened pretty damn quickly- as said musicians set aside other commitments and headed into the studio to record a song that changed things pretty spectacularly.

Leaving egos (and who can claim bigger egos than the pop stars of the 80s? Durans, I’m looking at you, in particular) at the door, they contributed to a little ditty that arose out of one man’s driving need to do something about a situation that he felt was going ignored as the rest of the world geared up for the holiday season.

The single set in motion an entire movement that promoted awareness and participation and involvement on a worldwide scale.

That there’s a pretty hefty statement. But I stand by it. Totally.

Maybe you have to have been a young, idealistic music fan, as I was (and remain- okay, maybe not so much the ‘young’ part) at the time, to really appreciate the impact that the impulse of one guy‘s need to help had on the world, as we saw it then.

Band Aid- and the international iterations that followed- was a big deal. A really big deal. It’s hard, today, for those who take for granted the instantaneous nature of communication and our ability to speak face-to-face across continents through the wonders of the interworld age, to understand the work involved in getting humanity to come together with the technology that was available thirty years ago.

The movement became a juggernaut that over-took Geldof’s life. Admittedly, it did him some fair amount of personal good as well. I’m certainly not going to dispute that. He may well be as big a jerk as some claim with a vast fortune and an inclination to dodge taxes. Never met him. Don’t know.

But the initial act that he set in motion became the jumping-off point for the shaping of any number of similar projects in the following years.

I’m not going to cite statistics (not sure I trust them)- how much money has been raised over the years, where that money went, how many lives may or may not have been saved. What, thirty years later, still gets me, is just how many people were, maybe, shaken out of their self-centred complacency and who stopped, if even for a moment, to think about something larger than themselves.

Those people who, however temporarily, shifted focus away from what they planned to stand in lines to buy on Black Friday and came to some level of awareness that there are others sharing this here planet, and that their concerns are about things other than whether or not they’ll score the latest iPhone (or whatever the kids are clamouring for in any particular holiday season).

At best, our connectedness and access to the media is a mixed-blessing. When it is used in an attempt to shake up- or wake up- people, to roust them out of self-indulgence- without resorting to soundbites designed to terrify- it can be a truly beautiful thing.

Do I like the new version? Not so much. Beyond the fact that I can recognize maybe three of the contributors (the less said about Bono here the better- I have a bit of a defence of him in the works, but it’s for something completely different) and the reality that changing up the lyrics to suit the Ebola outbreak messes with my nostalgic fondness for the song (and seems more than a little forced), I haven’t paid all that much attention to any of the previous attempts to re-work the song to make it appropriate to its return.

I’m, generally, pretty aware of what goes on around me- and elsewhere in the world, and I’ve always made an effort to address crises in my own way- through the donation of time or, sometimes, money. I’m not suggesting that I’m a paragon of involvement- but I’d say I’m at least a little more engaged than a lot of people. And I’m no longer 14, so the purchase of a 45 (yes, I have the original on 45) isn’t my only option for attempting to make a difference in situations that matter.

I’ve seen a lot of nay-saying, and charges that the return of Do They Know it’s Christmas is all about Geldof, rather than Ebola relief and awareness.  The Current, for example, spoke with a bunch of people who know a whole lot about programs in Africa and the things that are being done to change the course of this outbreak.

Cool. I’m glad they are getting the forum to challenge this particular approach to raising awareness. Criticisms of Bob and Midge aside, if experts and people on the ground have the opportunity to actually speak about the realities of the situation to larger audiences of people, that, in itself, marks a fairly significant sea-change for the better.

Which speaks very much for the validity of the re-release of the song, in my mind.

If we start to hear less fear-mongering from pundits on major news channels and more actual, evidence-based information about this virus and its transmission, this is all to the good.

Understanding, however it comes, has to be lauded. As does awareness. And if they raise a few million quid in the process, how is this bad?

Seriously. I’m looking for an answer, here.

No one, to my knowledge anyway, has suggested that throwing money at the problem (either now, or in 1984) is going to be the only thing that might make it go away.

Our seemingly-intrinsic and ever-nutured selfishness has led us to a state of affairs in which we need something– pop stars, reality ‘celebrities’, whatever- to massively jar us out of the constant focus on the microcosm and engage us in acknowledging that it’s not all about us.

I tend, as a matter of course and function of personality, to look for best intentions before leaping to criticize. And I can’t see that the intentions behind this whole thing are anything but positive.

Naive? Maybe. I’ve been called worse.

But people are talking- and buying the thing.

There may have been ulterior motives. I don’t know either of the dudes, personally. I love their music, so I’m somewhat biased in that respect (full disclosure- the two of them have written some of my very favourite songs, and Midge has a set of pipes on him that is incomparable, as far as I’m concerned).

But I’m also well aware of the whole feet of clay thing, and the dangers of setting anyone on too-high a pedestal. (this Bill Cosby thing is killing me a little. Talk about a blow to my childhood idylls/idols).

I’m not doing that here. Truly.


Until you can say that you have affected world-wide change on a level that Bob Geldof and Midge Ure have done, with the composition of a little song thirty years ago, I really think you need to be holding your tongue. Somewhat.

Pop stars, and the rest of us, inhabit our own little worlds of relative privilege and concerns (and relative to those who were dying of famine in Ethiopia, I’d say that privilege is pretty substantial, whether you’re a multimillionaire pop star or a 14-year-old from Toronto). 30 years ago a couple of those pop stars spurred a number more to acknowledge that privilege and contribute in the way they were best equipped to do so.

They made no claims to be experts in African politics, culture or economics. They saw something happening to their fellow humans and came together to do something, anything, about it. They make music. Some of them get paid ridiculous sums of money to play that music (and we, who buy their records and pay exorbitant prices for concert tickets, are complicit in the achievement of this wealth).

They are using the tools at their disposal, their voices and their fame, to draw attention to a situation that needs some light.

I can’t see that doing something is, in any way, worse than doing nothing. This is true in most things. And in this case, most certainly.

A number of years after the first go-round of the single and all the events that followed, Bob wrote another song. He called it The Great Song of Indifference. It was a response, a counter-point, if you will, to the criticisms being leveled, even then, against his continued involvement.

I don’t care if you live or die
Couldn’t care less if you laugh or cry
I don’t mind if you crash or fly
I don’t mind at all

I don’t mind if you come or go
I don’t mind if you say no
Couldn’t care less baby let it flow
‘Cause I don’t care at all

I don’t care if you sink or swim
Lock me out or let me in
Where I’m going or where I’ve been
I don’t mind at all

I don’t mind if the government falls
Implements more futile laws
I don’t care if the nation stalls
And I don’t care at all

I don’t care if they tear down trees
I don’t feel the hotter breeze
Sink in dust in dying sees
And I don’t care at all

I don’t mind if culture crumbles
I don’t mind if religion stumbles
I can’t hear the speakers mumble
And I don’t mind at all

I don’t care if the Third World fries
It’s hotter there I’m not surprised
Baby I can watch whole nations die
And I don’t care at all

I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind
I don’t mind I don’t mind
I don’t mind at all

I don’t mind about people’s fears
Authority no longer hears
Send a social engineer
And I don’t mind at all

Cynicism and right-minded criticism have their place. We need to be questioning motivations and strategy when we face problems that impact us humans and the planet we call home. But I have a real problem with knee-jerk disapproval without suggestions for alternative solutions.

If every couple of dollars raised by this effort is representative of a person who stopped, if only for the space of time it takes to listen to the song, then that’s a sign of forward momentum, as far as I’m concerned. And if it gets us thinking and talking about what we’ve, personally, contributed to make a difference in the world… And how we might go about upping that ante…

Hallelujah. It’s about freakin time.

I know it did for me. My nostalgic reminiscences have me contemplating what I need to be doing next to manifest all this change I keep talking about here- and in the real world.

I wonder if those who are looking to condemn- based in perceived intentions or actual execution- gave that any thought as they were writing tweets or articles about the misguidance or abuse of charitable impulses in attempts to affect change. I kinda doubt it.

Buy the song, don’t buy the song.

But do something that demonstrates that indifference is not the prevailing impulse to which you’d like to cling. It’s the least you can do before taking those who do otherwise to task.

‘There’s a world outside your window.’

Put up or shut up.


11 comments on “30 Years Ago (give or take a couple of days)

  1. Well put, I remember well the Trans-Atlantic concerts that came out of this in 1984, (Phil Collins preforming on both sides of the pond within a matter of hours). Your points on indifference well made. Always nice to try and do something, somewhere, somehow!!! 😉

    • colemining says:

      Thank you, Daniel. I remember Live Aid, as well. And, while Phil’s hopping the Pond was extravagant and money-consumptive, the message and the goal (to keep the world’s focus for that one day) were realized quite profoundly. There has been a lot of criticism that causes require celebrity involvement to make any sort of difference. If true (and I think it is), then are the celebrities really to blame for supporting the a cause?

      We are obsessed with celebrity- and unless and until that changes, we have to acknowledge that they are the ones with the voices that reach. However painful a realization that might be. Would I rather that our educators and scientists and policy makers were the ones leading the charge, but realistically, educators and scientists don’t play well in the sticks.

      Thanks for reading!

  2. Not getting in and out of blogs the way I was, I am reassured by your words here, Cole that my book is on the right tracks. In the few blogs I have been getting around I’m finding confirmation everywhere.
    Thirty years ago, three hundred years ago it makes little difference unless we act.
    Connections. I love them.x

    • colemining says:

      Hey A-M! Hoping the composition is going well!

      I’m quite cheesed off with a lot of the comments I’ve seen about this- and not just because of my love for the Boomtown Rats and Ultravox. If we don’t want celebs to have the power to bring us together in awareness, then we need to empower those who have the ‘better ideas’ to do so.

      Not going to hold my breath. The economists and sociologists and scientists and policy makers don’t tend to make the pages of ‘People’- or whatever celeb magazine is the one to watch- or to host their own reality show, so we’re unlikely to pay them much attention.

      Chat soon. Thanks for the visit! I know you must be headed for the finish line! xo

  3. lennymaysay says:

    Reblogged this on Lenny Says and commented:
    I caught a glimpse in some publication or the other that the re-release of Do They Know It’s Christmas had caused some controversy, but I wasn’t bothered enough to read further. It seems to me that just about everything will cause consternation in some quarter or the other.

    This blog post however sums everything up quite nicely…

  4. Agreed. We are darned if we do, and darned if we don’t. But the song I like better is “Ebola Invisible Enemy” by African musicians, which is raising funds for Doctors Without Borders and written to educate people living in Africa. I can’t stop listening to it–and I dearly wish it would get the same attention as the celebrity song.

    • colemining says:

      So true, Booksy. It’s a much better- and more purposeful- song and the money raised does go straight to DWB. But unfortunately we have become people who won’t pay attention to anything unless it is attached to some level of celebrity. Sad but all-too-true.

      Thanks for the visit! xo

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