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.
I’ve been a lifelong in your face, but behind-the-scenes hand-wringing, Democrat.
The kind of neurotic, over-educated, big city, holier-than-thou bleeding heart liberal that gets parodied in a Saturday Night Live sketch, roasted on Fox News or is constantly and very curtly dismissed in opinion pieces on the pages of the Wall Street Journal.
… and my feelings on this are clear
I don’t remember exactly when this started.
But I do recall how pissed off I was as a young teenager in 1971 when people laughed at the brilliant and black N.Y.C. Congresswoman Shirley Chisolm when she announced she was running for president.
Clearly, she was the smartest person in the race. And certainly the most honest and decent.
(Note: Though certainly that wasn’t a high bar).
Go Shirley!
Yes, I was too young to vote but how stupid can people be,I proclaimed to anyone who would listen (Note: Not many). It’s so obvious Nixon is a lying sleaze!!
When my own Democratic mother insisted she was voting for Nixon because he promised to end the draft and she didn’t want me to die in Vietnam, I didn’t talk to her for a week.
If the Army drafts me, we’re in a lot of trouble, I screamed back at her.
AndI will not be going to Vietnam, trust me.
I hadn’t revealed my gay card yet. But I knew.
Well, here we are several generations later.
Yep, still gay.
Gays can be in the military, a woman of color has been nominated by the Democratic party to run for president and, after a barnstorming convention with record-breaking, meme-making viewership, she is right now favored to win by 3.6%.
As for laughing, all we can hear is the natural belly laugh of the candidate, Kamala Harris, the current U.S. Vice President and California’s own former senator and Attorney General, as she shows her party, the country and the world that a politician can be smart, qualified, tough, loving, articulate, strong, ambitious and yes – human – all at the same time.
Hate on the joy all you want!
Mrs. Chisolm must be laughing somewhere.
Among other things.
I don’t give myself much credit for knowing as a teenager that someone other than a straight white male could be president. I was a little kid growing up in the tumultuous sixties and all you really had to do was look around to realize that one day that could be so.
But it sure was nice to watch the Democratic convention this week and see it happen in such an irresistibly, celebratory fashion as you were being proved right.
Yes she can.
Yes, I know. Not so fast. She hasn’t won yet. Just as all seemed lost six weeks ago, that’s how quickly this lead, this enthusiasm, this OPTIMISM can disappear.
But can’t we be happy about anything EVER?
Yes. We. Can.
Bask in the sunshine please!
I won’t recap the record number of unprecedented moments of joy among Democrats over a four-day convention (Note: The previous record must have been two or three vs. what now clearly tallies well into the thousands).
But I do want to reclaim some of those moments for one overall point of personal privilege.
I realized once and for all after four days of watching the DNC that:
a. I am MUCH more patriotic than I thought.
AND
b. I don’t at all mind a sports metaphor. It simply depends on who is using it. And why.
yay sports!
Yes, it would be so much more fun to talk about Barack Obama cracking a thinly-veiled d-ck joke re: Trump’s crowd size, or Michelle Obama down and dirty wondering aloud, in her best south side of Chicago accent re: his 2024 presidential run: …Who’s gonna tell him that the job he is currently seeking might just be one of those “Black jobs?”
But they say it so much better than I do. And it’s available on You Tube.
Barack (7:30):
Michelle (11:30):
Instead, I have to confess that it was VP nominee, Coach Tim Walz who made me see it wasn’t so much that I hated playing team sports at school, which fueled a life-long annoyance at pretty much any team sports analogy under the sun.
It was that I loathed every high school gym teacher and sports coach I ever encountered in real life until I “met” him – the guy who not only coached football AND taught social studies, (Note: Not health ed!) but served as faculty advisor to the gay/straight alliance at the high school where he worked.
Coach!
I don’t know that Kyle Chandler’s beloved (Note: Even by me) Coach Eric Taylor on Friday Night Lights would have done that, and he was a fictional character.
So when Tim Walz started to close out his acceptance speech for Vice President by stating:
Team, it’s the fourth quarter, we’re down a field goal, but we’re on offense and we’ve got the ball. We’re driving down the field. And, boy, do we have the right team, I was all in.
Yay sports!
And when he ended by saying: Our job for everyone watching—is to get in the trenches and do the blocking and tackling: one inch at a time. One yard at a time, one phone call at a time, one door knock at a time, one $5 donation at a time. …Look, we got 76 days. That’s nothing. There’ll be time to sleep when you’re dead. We’re going to leave it on the field! I was sold.
GO TEAM GOOOOOOOO
Yes, it helped that my beloved aunt in New York City also used to say you’ll have plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead to little whiny me when I balked at doing something hard, but that’s not the only reason.
As for over-the-top patriotism, anyone who came of age under Nixon, or more recently, Trump, has probably had a difficult time with it.
Too often the empty gestures of in-your-face flag-waving or a robust hand over your heart when the national anthem played was the measure of a patriot. And protesting the actions of your country, your president, your lawmakers or the actual laws themselves meant you were a…traitor?… a Commie?… a Soviet/Russia spy?
Me?
Well, the tables have certainly been turned on all that, and most particularly on the latter, in this presidential race, haven’t they?
That’s how a new patriotism coined by Vice President Harris in her nominating speech – one that not only moved me but, I suspect, millions of others who knew in their hearts it wasn’t a song, a salute or the stars and stripes that made a patriot yet never had the right words to say exactly what did – came across:
In her own words
I… see an America where we hold fast to the fearless belief that built our nation and inspired the world. That here, in this country, anything is possible. That nothing is out of reach. An America where we care for one another, look out for one another and recognize that we have so much more in common than what separates us. That none of us — none of us has to fail for all of us to succeed. And that in unity, there is strength. You know, our opponents in this race are out there every day denigrating America, talking about how terrible everything is. Well, my mother had another lesson she used to teach: Never let anyone tell you who you are. You show them who you are.
America, let us show each other and the world who we are and what we stand for: Freedom, opportunity, compassion, dignity, fairness and endless possibilities.
We are the heirs to the greatest democracy in the history of the world. And on behalf of our children and our grandchildren and all those who sacrificed so dearly for our freedom and liberty, we must be worthy of this moment. It is now our turn to do what generations before us have done, guided by optimism and faith, to fight for this country we love, to fight for the ideals we cherish and to uphold the awesome responsibility that comes with the greatest privilege on Earth: the privilege and pride of being an American. So let’s get out there, let’s fight for it. Let’s get out there, let’s vote for it, and together, let us write the next great chapter in the most extraordinary story ever told.