In 1985, just after graduation, I won tickets to see Live Aid in a radio contest. One fake ID check later, my friend and I headed to Philly. The seats were exactly what you'd expect for free - way the hell up in the stratosphere. Even the video screens looked small, it was amazingly hot and humid, but it was still one of the most amazing things ever. I can remember the electricity of the crowd when U2 took the stage and laughing when Madonna made fun of herself.

Like most once-in-a-generation events, Live Aid probably can't be duplicated. Woodstock II and III were unmitigated disasters. Still, I have hope for Live 8. Bono returns to the scene of his ascension, Geldof tries to do the impossible twice, and artists once again turn out for an event they hope will change the world. It's an amazing bit of hubris and one I can't wait to see.

I only wish there'd be another radio contest. I only wish I could be 15 again, if only for that day.

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