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8/28/10

Shame

De cateva zile circula clipul duetului dintre Robbie Williams si Gary Barlow. Cei doi au dat uitarii momentele mai putin frumoase si au incercat sa reinvie timpuri apuse din Take That.

Robbie chiar si-a tatuat simbolului band-ului care l-a propulsat in lumina reflectoarelor pe mana sa dreapta.
Niciodata nu l-am judecat pe Robbie, nu as putea sa fac acest lucru si nu se cuvine. I-am respectat opiniile si modul in care s-a exprimat mereu, chiar daca in acest moment, se contrazice cu ce spunea in trecut despre membrii Take That.

Revenind la " Shame", piesa celor doi, nu pot spune ca este revenirea pe care fanii celor doi si-ar fi dorit-o.
Este o piesa light, fara o linie melodica complicata. Imi pare ca un moment in care isi cer scuze unul altuia... Totusi, sa nu uitam mesajul lui Rob de prin 1998 din " No regrets", o melodie ce ravaseste. Cred ca multi oameni se gandesc la propriile experinte cand o asculta, insa Robbie exprima prin acele versuri revolta si dorinta de a incheia un capitol din viata sa.

Anyway...chiar daca va scoate un nou album Take That sau se va razgandi, el ramane Robbie Williams si atat.
Nu mai are nevoie de faima sau de nopti in turneu cu ceilalti membrii. El si-a facut un nume ce va ramane consemnat in istoria muzicii, alaturi de alte personalitati.

"If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. If it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. If you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. Don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was." - Charles Bukowski

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”