Musical introduction, or “the songs I heard playing in 1985 as I traveled around Europe.” I had no Walkman or radio of my own, so the urban environment provided the tunes. Some I liked, others not so much. From the vantage point of Rome in June, I knew almost nothing about the Live Aid concert coming up on July 13. But coverage escalated as the date drew nearer.
Previously: Euro Pilgrimage ’85, Ch. 4: Greece, Turkey, a famous Pythion interlude, and the Levant according to Hassan.
I’m only a sporadic consumer of motion pictures, and “binge watching” in the contemporary sense remains an alien concept for me as it pertains to scripted television. Documentaries? That’s more like it, and I find them occasionally binge-worthy in their own right when (blessedly) without car chase sequences.
Alas, my preferences seldom make for festive date night viewing, as they run toward the very driest academic documentaries, during which academic professionals who’ve spent their lives studying a specific topic expound upon it, and I am more likely to learn something of genuine importance as a consequence.
However, there are exceptions, evidently so few in number that I remember one that occurred 13 years ago.
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