Keep Hope Alive

The six-hour Fire Aid benefit concert this week raised more than $60 million (and counting) in emergency funds to help those who lost their homes or suffered other incalculable losses as a result of the massive destruction from the recent L.A. wildfires.  The money will be used to begin to rebuild, or at least help steady lives and communities, and begin to figure out ways to prevent future fires.  The entire live event on Thursday is currently streaming on Netflix and Max – or can be watched in its entirety on YouTube.

Dozens of some of the most iconic names in music performed, many of whom now live, or have lived, in Los Angeles.  Sure, it wasn’t everybody.  But the cross-generational level of superstar talent mixed with personal stories of perseverance and survival by many of those who lost so much, was quite a singular evening.  A somewhat unexpected musical event that is hard to describe in any other way than listing some of the talent.

As star studded as it gets

Billie Eilish and Finneas, Olivia Rodrigo and Gracie Abrams,  Dr. Dre, L’il Baby, Shiela E., Jellyroll and Anderson.Paak.  Green Day, the Black Crowes, a Nirvana reunion of Dave Grohl and his two original bandmates, with the singers St. Vincent, Kim Gordon, Joan Jett (!) and Grohl’s daughter, Violet, performing the bands’ songs.

There was P!nk, nearly stealing the show channeling her inner Janis Joplin and Led Zeppelin, Stephen Stills and Graham Nash reuniting, Stevie Wonder still wondrous and Joni Mitchell as the ultimate sixties survivor and sage. 

Wow

Not to be outdone by Alanis Morisette, Gwen Stefani and No Doubt, Steve Nicks, John Fogerty and Rod Stewart. 

Wow wow

Oh, and  Katy Perry, Dawes, John Mayer, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sting and for gosh sakes, Earth Wind and Fire.

Lady Gaga closed the show with a few of her hits and then performed an original tune she co-wrote for the event that she hoped would evoke hope – a bouncy late sixties/early seventies throwback called All I Need Is Time.

Mind. Blown.

Speaking of hits, every artists’ mini-sets included at least one or two of the songs they are best known for.  These performances most especially did NOT seem like an expectation or a chore, as is sometimes the case.  But rather a gift being given to the survivors, the city and a national (Note: International?) audience, many of whom don’t live in Los Angeles but are nevertheless trying to survive a fairly bleak last few months and an uncertain future.

It was as if there was an unspoken message of, maybe we can feel better for a few minutes by at least sharing this again.  It’s not a solution or a cure but at least it’s something more positive than crying or doom scrolling.

Is that… optimism?

Not that the latter two don’t serve some function.

At least for me.

It’s easy to be cynical about the intentions of anyone in the entertainment industry but Fire Aid felt like one of those rare, almost non-existent events where sincerity was on the table across-the-board.  I had heard it was happening days ago but with so much in the news to look forward to… NOT!… it had slipped my mind until my much more optimistic other-half texted me while I was teaching that evening to tell me it was incredible and he was DVRing it, which was followed by another text from my sister that simply read, P!NK! (Note:  Yes, I’m a fan).

More optimism? Help!!

It’s true that $60 million is a relatively small number of the several billion estimate needed to rebuild what the fires have wrought. 

And sure money is important. 

But for me what the concert did better than anything I’ve seen or experienced recently, was to unite people and communities that might not ordinarily join together for a common cause.  And make them feel a little less… devastated. 

Ahhhhh!

That doesn’t happen much anymore, if ever, and certainly not without a dash of vitriol directed at someone or some group.

Yet this is a fleeting example of what’s possible, albeit thus far improbable, more than a month in to 2025. 

But I’m all in for more.

P!nk – Full Performance – FireAid

Real Life Notes

You know The Chair and Holly have been dealing with A LOT in the last few weeks when events in our REAL LIVES prevented us from weighing in on the Oscar nominations.

It’s been… a lot

But rest assured both Greta Gerwig and Margot Robbie will be just fine, and have probably already recovered from not receiving nods in the directing and lead actress categories for this year’s unprecedented worldwide box-office champ ($1.44 billion and still counting) – Barbie.

In fact, they can add the nominations they did receive this year for best picture (Robbie as producer) and best adapted screenplay (Gerwig and Noah Baumbach as co-writers) to the ones they previously received from the Academy in the last few years for directing (Ladybird) and acting (I, Tonya and Bombshell).

winners no matter what

This, of course, is already old news because it fails to address the big, fat watchable mess of a limited series that debuted THIS week on FX from producer Ryan Murphy, Feud: Capote vs. The Swans. 

If you thought it couldn’t get any gayer, campier or more salacious than the Academy Award nominations, well….of course you knew it could! 

The poster image alone is a gag

We’re not sure exactly what director Gus Van Sant and writer Jon Robin Baitz were thinking when they signed up for this – a new summer home?  A Tesla prior to X? But at the end of the day it doesn’t matter.  Truman Capote and the society dames he once upon a time betrayed are given an array of bitchy, though not quite witty or wise enough dialogue, and a cast of talented middle-aged actresses we don’t get to see co-starring in high profile projects often enough (Naomi Watts, Diane Lane, Chloe Sevigny, Calista Flockhart, Demi Moore, Molly Ringwald) seem to be enjoying themselves immensely.

Admittedly, it’s hard to look away even though midway through the first two episodes one sort of wonders, when will this pathetic, superficial debauchery all end?  Yet after the final credits of that week’s installment are done one also finds oneself pissed off that it’s going to take a whole week of waiting to discover what they (Capote, the Swans AND the cast and crew) will do next.

We’ll be watching

Such are Ryan Murphy and company’s perverse talents – making us miss something we don’t even much like. 

Speaking of which, Sunday, February 4th marks the arrival of what promises to be the very wet Grammy Awards in rainy L.A. on CBS.  So many artists so many baby boomers and Gen Xers do not listen to yet claim to know.  Well, this is the one night of the year we – okay I – can catch up!

Besides, Joni Mitchell will be there singing for the first time….ever.

As will we next week since, truly, there is only so much real life we can take.

SZA – “Kill Bill