Yesterday I found myself watching
The Making Of Do They Know It's Christmas?
Released in 2024 to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the single, I was unaware of this until a short appeared in my suggestions which showed George Michael negotiating the notation of his "but say a prayer" line so he comes in higher:
My main reason for starting to watch was - bizarrely - simply to rule out watching. I thought I'd watch the intro and see if anything appealed. At best I might skip through and watch a couple of select scenes. Instead I watched beginning to end (albeit in stages, of fifteen minutes here, twenty minutes there).
It feels both fascinating and surreal to watch something that is now so well-known when it was new (it transpires in the video that those in attendance aren't even aware of the "Band Aid" name). It really captures a moment in time for pop culture and for everyone involved. At one point, George Michael treats a giddy Paula Wilcox by singing a snippet of his band's new song,
Last Christmas, and how refreshing to imagine a world where someone doesn't know what that sounds like.
As young as I was when this was released, it was easy to imagine that every pop star in Britain and Ireland knew every other pop star in Britain and Ireland, and yet here they are with Bob introducing George Michael to Midge Ure and George shaking Simon Le Bon's hand before they continue with others present:
Bob said:
D'you know Bono? George, Bono. Glenn [Gregory]. Paul Young.
The dynamics between these people in the studio are compelling. Everyone works together, but there's also a bit of a wariness. As they sing round the mic, Paul Young can be seen glancing at George Michael several times with a very serious look on his face which is open to interpretation.
Boy George revels in observing how many bitchy comments different artists have made about others present over the years, but proves himself a pro when it comes to singing his lines. I was possibly more impressed by his vocals here than with anyone else, because I think I've greatly underestimated his talents.
It's a sign of how full these artists schedules were that the small talk mentions what time their flight arrived that morning and in which country they've been.
The speed with which this was done and the lack of preparation for attendees really showed what pros they were. When they arrived, nobody knew which lines they would be singing, and probably hadn't even heard the song. They were going in blind on a Sunday morning and given lines that Midge and Bob thought would suit their voices and ranges, but they really pull it off. While George Michael has input on the delivery of his lines, Paul Young does exactly as he's told and knocks it out of the park, as does Sting. Boy George does his own thing and appears to throw in some ad libs without discussion and nobody objects because they sound great. Tony Hadley seems to take a good while to get his take which surprised me considering how powerful his voice sounds on some Spandau tracks. Phil Collins comes in and wows everyone with his drumming.
But poor Rick Parfitt's tin ear is quickly exposed (and his lines were ultimately given to others). Still, he showed up, which is more than can be said for Holly Johnson who claimed to have a cold and who literally phoned in his spoken message after he received a call from several present to say they were disappointed.
Outside the heavy hitters, others are on the peripheries. Kool & The Gang are barely shown in the video. Bananarama show up, pout and smoke then get in the front for the group shot. Still, at least their arrival - wearing casual clothes piling out of a mate's all-white VW Golf sends out friendly signals, unlike Martin Kemp and Tony Hadley who get out of a chauffeur-driven limo, completely overdressed and over-coiffed for a Sunday morning studio session and look as though they're trying altogether too hard. The Nanas oblige the press with a photo, as does Paul Young, while dapper Paul Weller walks up and manages to acknowledge them while slipping inside without getting roped into the media circus. It's admirable to watch.
The Celtic Geldof/Ure team keep the engine running and aren't shy with their input if a line isn't right. One can almost see deep breaths being taken and egos swallowed before these pros take on what's said and run with it. Trevor Horn seems to be very busy as well.
All in all, this series of edited behind-the-scenes footage, shown without comment or narration, provides a magical little window into the British pop scene of the mid-Eighties. I only watched yesterday, but I found myself re-watching some of it today. I might even do the same tomorrow.