My love for Take That is like a New Zealand long-finned hall. These olmigen animals take their time growing, very slowly they reach their full Aalpracht - and live through this organism-friendly lifestyle then much longer than their hectic eels, they can be up to one hundred years old.
Take That and I, that too took time: When they delivered seven number 1 hits in a row in their golden years in the early nineties, I liked them, but unfortunately it was already too old for baseless fan hysteria. When they broke up in 1996, I found that a pity, but supernumerable. Nevertheless, I often heard their songs, more and more often, and then I noticed in my mid-twenties - in other words, measured against the intended target age, as an old woman - that I had a crush on a boy band that did not exist anymore.
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The Career of Take That: Back for goodI love Take That. Not as a pose, not with an ironic Schutzschürzchen, you always have to say the same. But here there is no double distinction ground. I love this band for their beautiful, dignified songs and for their silly ones. For the leporello of masculinity ideas that they unfold before me, and of course for their choreographies. For the fact that you can always put together something cool when someone asks over-ambitious small talk, which song makes you dance to a reliable - but in truth it is just forever and forever "Relight my fire". Take That are my favorite escapes from everyday life, and on some, rare days, I really believe that life can be as dramatic and great as their music claims. Magic, maybe.
Mark Owen - representative of a hand-held, harmless masculinity
Each of the formerly five members has a very individual place in my heart. I love Gary Barlow, because today he looks superfit and super healthy and was allowed to compose the official song for the throne anniversary of the Queen - but earlier, in the early days, was the slightly pampers, fatal bleached Tapsetänzer who was only allowed to be in the band, because he sang best - and was the only one who could actually write hits himself, a real USP for a boy band member.
After the breakup of the band, he unexpectedly stumbled, solo did not go so well. From him I have learned that in unpleasant phases of life it can at least help a little bit to imagine life as a power ballad. And to believe that you just stuck in a silly, but dramaturgically necessary stanza. But that there would be the effervescent chorus in which all sorrow would dissolve into pleasure or at least one could at least distill new strength and confidence from the whole mess.
Of course I also love Mark Owen, because I also love squirrels and cocker spaniel puppies. I am only a human and not immune to cuteness attacks. In the band's diversification strategy, Mark took on the role of cute little animal, he was the shrew, the sugar doll, the babe-babe, the slender, small, eternal boy. A harmless-pretty Flauscherotikangebot, representative of a nagermäßig-handzahmen, harmless masculinity.
What I like about Robbie Williams is that he does two things well - shatter things - and then reassemble them. His story is the return of the blighted son: With his lavish departure, he rang in 1995, the slowly creeping end of Take That, he played perfect form the Bad Boy and instigated an insurmountable archenemy with Gary - barely fifteen years later with him to write the equally touching and clever atonement hymn Shame.
Breastless pants with the reversal of stereotypical gender roles
Howard Donald has to be admired for his ass activism. The first thing I can think of is his butt and then, admittedly, not much else, but he's a bit guilty of his notorious butt-fucking over the years. With his boozy pants and the reversal of stereotypical gender roles he built at least a small crack in the patriarchal gender economy in the nineties. In the meantime he can sing very well.
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Take That in 1991 when shooting their first music video: Pop is a capricious peacock
And finally, I love Jason, him most of all. Because he's a mystery, you do not know much about him, even his name sounds made up: Jason Orange, does anyone really mean that? Surnames, which are also a color or a fruit, are always suspicious, it applies to both yes, he has potentized the Verwirreffekt. When he left the band in 2014, it hurt more than Robbie's farewell and the subsequent breakup together. Jason was a space for taking notes, the perfect blank canvas without which nothing works in pop, because as important as what people do on stage are the feelings and dreams that people develop in front of the stage, as they do reflect yourself and your life in the glittering figures up there.
Take That is 30 years old, they are the first and only boy band that actually survived their own expiration date. Pop is not a sustainable business, but a capricious peacock, easily schuchbar, and that just calculated a band of this as a maximum commercially zusammengeschraubt applicable, retort genres with the years could actually mature in another state, was not planned until then. Of course, there is always hope and comfort for your own aging process.
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When I finally visited a concert in June, I cried real, honest tears of happiness when they actually danced the original choreo from 1993 to "Pray", with all their funny moves: there was the holy water splashing priest! The air saw! The Yoga Jesus, the still-five-beer-please-order, the tumble-mummy, the sea sharing Moses, the burning bed rug, the migraine attack, the rusty crane! And surprisingly, all of that worked well for the three surviving Gary, Mark and Howard, adult men, completely uncaring and free from crunching.
My love for Take That is a teen love - hysterically irrational
I love Take That for their big pop anthems, but also for a lot of little kinks. For the way Gary in "Back for Good" pronounces the passage with the "coffee cup" like "coffee cooop" and then winds his way to kinky heights in the "fist of pure emotion". For the cheesy phone button options, at the beginning of "Babe". For Robbies always slightly chimpanzeiger grin, which he showed at live performances at the most inappropriate, because most sensitive parts and thus repeatedly a gossamer-thin perforation in the smooth Boygrouptraumwelt punched: Was it all maybe not meant seriously, all the longing for love, the wait to the one, but only a big joke?
I love other bands because of their smart lyrics, their shattering Radaus, their grave heavy harmonies or other understandable, with adult arguments explanatory reasons, which I could always write down to a lyricist imaginary text, without making me completely ridiculous.
My love for Take That but is a teen love, hysterical irrational, which hangs on nonsense details, auszuschipst critically relevant comparison systems and just let go cheeky. In addition to my great love for the animals, my affection for this band may well be the last residue of uninhibited naivety, which still has room in my transfigured, always mischievous life, the Fitzelchen uninhibited Weltverkitschung, which I have not lost in adult life. "Nothing is as horrible as the feeling as an argument", was once in the Spex, but sometimes it just works anyway.
It took Seventeen years for Jason, the best dancer of the band, to sing his first solo song on Take That in 2006: "Wooden Boat", a small guitar slapper about a row boat, life and dying. It would be a real downer if there were not a message hidden in it, too, a few simple lines explaining what Take That is all about and glittery, great-bawdy pop music - and maybe even life - really: "Sometimes we dont know what were waiting for / and that's the first one on the dancefloor. "
If you do not really know what it's all about, when it's hard to understand and endure: why not just start dancing.
