Oh mother may I? I just saw Robbie Williams latest concert and OMG.
He is short, he is crude, he farts a lot and seems to have very little filter. Oddly these are some the things that endear him to the population. They piss people off as well.
Answering an audition at the tender age of fifteen for a singer in a band where only five people showed Robbie Williams walked into Take That. Gary Barlow was nominal lead and the rest of the boys followed the line. When troubled brewed from a base of drugs, alcohol and personality clashes, Robbie (with a bit of a shove) left the band. As he did Gary Barlow’s star soared.
Here is the thing though why could Gary Barlow not see what was is so patently obvious to others? The fact is that no matter whether he was challenging or not Robbie Williams is a juggernaut, born to fly. There is a power and passion to him that cannot be faked, cannot be changed, cannot be ignored and is rather difficult to control. He was supposed to fade quietly into the background, possibly OD and never to be heard from again. This appeared a likely scenario when he was peeled out of his hotel room with a nasty aversion to staying upright and leaving nothing in the mini bar of his hotel suite. George Michael’s Freedom was the target song. It was less than a good shoot and the cover was even less than amazing. After the death of this piece the recognition that rehab was a good option followed him and for a while it seemed that Gary Barlow would take the heights of career.
Robbie Williams is not the best singer in the world nor is he the best songwriter in the world. Some of his early (and dare I say latter) work would have left most singers gasping and challenged and the audience a little baffled. The fact is though he is a little package that is stuffed full of so much energy and talent it oozes out around the edges of his body. It flies free from time to time and he has had difficulty in controlling it it does shine on those that come with in his radiance. Love him or hate him there is no denying him. Neither is there really a possibility that he will fade quietly away into the shadows. The latent power is just to strong. This raw power is not easy to miss, it leaves his audience breathless even when he is breathing life into a song that shouldn’t work. It is a power that comes only every once a generation and it bears me in mind of Elton John.
He is a lion. Profound, amazing and roaring on stage. He has gone on to pen some of the most powerful songs of the last twenty years. I am continually awed by what he does. The fact that he is cute is also help. One of the things that works so well for him is a bare knuckled honesty and one that he undertakes with the full knowledge that due to the success he has achieved he can pretty much do what he wants. This has left him free to fart during a televised interview.
This honesty, farts and all, is one of the things that makes him all the more attractive. In an industry where life is a stage and the world it shines through from some one else’s reality, he sells his reality that is resonates with people and he flat out takes the reader on a magic carpet ride that is down right fun. It is also one that can be acutely uncomfortable.
With time and age forgiveness comes and it was heartening to see friendships mended with Gary Barlow and the rest of Take That with a rousing bromance that pays tribute to Brokeback Mountain.
So with the weight of experience behind him the pace of the concert was amazing and as an audience we got a front row seat (no matter where the seating is) to the changes that time have wrought on the Williams lad. It shows just how much he has traveled and grown into the roles life has given him now; a husband, as a new father and as a man instead of the boy from Take That who proclaims himself as England’s son. From this stand he engulfs the audience with the passion of his life and builds this world for us with his music and lyrics reflecting back to his audience how this affects his life. He touches the honesty that is inherent in his craft.
It is pure magic.
Good to have you back bud.
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