Congrats to Sir Bob, Bono and Midge Ure for bringing the issue of poverty to the attention of ne'er do wells that masquerade as politicians at G8. Go visit www.makepovertyhistory.org to find out more.
But what about the gig itself?
Those of us who couldn't be there (i.e. most of us) were forced to enjoy(endure?) proceedings from the armchair (blue plastic bag filled with beer, lighter ready to held aloft at the right moments). Now the majority of the bill for Hyde Park was crap. No point in beating about the bush, it was shite. Yes, good cause, and yes there were some good sets from average acts that almost broke the boredom (or at least made me put down the beer for a moment or two!)
But, of course, it was the rock acts that stole the day. At least I think they did. Velvet Revolver kicked ass, even if the audience reached new levels of apathy. Scott was mad as a bag of squirrels and Slash was way too cool.
When The Who hit the stage, night was well fallen and the screen was blurry in front of my alcohol addled eyes - but the sound was excellent as they showed what wrinkly rockers can achieve. Same with Pink Floyd. What a set! What solos! What a cool guy Roger Waters is! Damn near perfect Comfortably Numb.
And so it then moved on to a bumch of has-beens twaddling around murdering Beatles' songs.
In Philadelphia they had Bon Jovi, Def Leppard; in Germany they had Green Day; in Paris they had Muse - where the fuck did it go wrong in Hyde Park (although it did pass a Saturday afternoon when there were no gigs and the football season was a few days away...)