Hold Up A Light For Me

Day 11 - A Song From Your Favourite Band

Again, how do you choose? I have lots of artists that I really love - Billy Joel, Josh Groban, Adele, Feeder, Starfield, downhere, and et cetera. I suppose if I had to pick a favourite band, I'd choose Take That. If we were in England, I'd be teased and harrassed for liking a band that peaked in the early 1990s, fell apart when Robbie Williams left, and are now back as 40-somethings with a cheesy pop style. But I love them. I love their two latests albums: Beautiful World and The Circus.

"Hold Up A Light" is my favourite song from The Circus, and my favourite Take That song, I think.



Jillz

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