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Wil Wheaton writes about explaining Live Aid to his stepkids, and causes me to choke on my morning caffeine with this:

"Who's that?" Nolan asked.

"That's Phil Collins. He just finished performing in London, and now he's going to fly to Philly to perform there too," I said. "It was pretty cool."

"Phil Collins?!" Ryan said, "The wussy Tarzan guy?!"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well . . . yeah."

"He was cool?"

"Phil Collins was . . . " I cleared my throat. "He was an international superstar."

Ryan looked at me, genuinely confused. "Why?"

I took a deep breath and gave the only answer I could.

"It . . . it was 1985." I said, suddenly not that uncomfortable to take another step toward becoming my parents, and silently grateful that the kids hadn't been in the room when I was rocking out to Adam Ant.

Also, the discussion of Bono and the mullet ( "official haircut of rock and roll" in 1985).