My Uncle David just sent me this video of We Are The World. I remember seeing it as a kid and I recall that my mom and I sang it when we did Hands Across America on Beech Street in Manhattan in 1986. I even owned the record. Still, none of these prior experience prepared me for the visual/oral orgasm I experienced just now while watching everyone in my iTunes folder arise like younger, more bushy-haired (ahem, Billy Joel) phoenixes after a quarter decade. They all seem like impressions of themselves. Good ones, but still. I am mesmerized. Are you?

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