Like a tweeny groupie, I am very excited to hear the recent news about Robbie Williams rejoining Take That.
The Take That Reunion.
(And the idea of them performing at the Olympics Opening Ceremony is icing on the cake, it really is. Robbie is not daft, evidently.)
I was not a tween in the original heady days of Take That's original success. In 1990, when their mega stardom was yet to be realised, I saw them play at Leeds Uni, in Yorkshire, and I was just twenty one. It was love at first listen, for me.
I know they are cheesy, but I love pop. Still do. Call me vapid, I just like popcorn for the ears. (And I genuinely do believe that Gary Barlow has a rare & just phenomenal songwriting talent.)
When they spilt up, when Robbie left them, in 1995, it was like the end of an era for me. Robbie left them in the same week that I left the UK to move to Australia. The formal announcement that Take That made regarding their spilt came in the week I decided to live in Australia permanently, in February 1996.)
(And to the English backpacking friends that stayed with me that year......Brett, Matt & Dan: I cannot listen to "Could It Be Magic" without smiling and thinking about the three of you.......xx)
My fondness for this legendary boy band has always remained. I have CD's of all of their early albums (Take That and Party, Everything Changes, Nobody Else) which I still play.......and still love.......
Never Forget still gives me goosebumps.
So, for this Saturday, I give you a little vintage Take That. It's bloody brilliant pop..........enjoy.