♫ Holding Back The Years ♫

Another redux tonight … sorry, folks, but I promised this one a few nights ago and am just now getting to it, for I kept getting sidetracked with other songs, like last night’s Baker Street. 


I was chatting with a dear friend from across the pond this evening, and we were talking about music, about how some songs traveled across the pond and became hits in both the UK and the U.S., while others that we never heard of here in the U.S., were big hits all across Europe.  What makes the difference?  Marketing surely plays a role, but what else?  Anyway, he tossed out a few titles to see if I knew them.  Turned out I did know 3 of the 5 he mentioned, and had, in fact, already played 2 of those 3 here on ye olde blog.  That left one that I knew and loved, and so tonight, we indulge in a bit of Simply Red!

Now, you guys already know that I am way outclassed when I’m talking music with any one of you, right?  Keith, Cheryl, David … Scott and rawgod for sure … most of you know a lot more than I do about bands, artists, and songs … I just know what I like, what stirs one emotion or another in me.  Thus, though this song takes me way back and I have always liked what I consider the slow, sensuous tone of it, and even though Simply Red has another that I like even more (I’m not telling which, for you’re gonna see it here in a day or two, but you’re welcome to take a guess) … I had no idea that Simply Red was a person, and not a group.  As my daughter used to say a lot … “Duh, Grannie”.

So, it turns out that Simply Red is Mick Hucknall, and Simply Red came about because of his red hair.  If I were to decide to become a singer at this late stage of the game, I guess I would be “Weirdly Grey”!  Hmmmm … 🤔 … 🤔 … OH WAIT!!!  People run for the exits when I start to sing!  The girls don their headphones.  The moggies run for cover!  I cannot sing!  How could I forget?

I did not find much background on this song, other than that Hucknall wrote it in his bedroom in his father’s house while still a teenager.  The song charted at #2 in Mick’s homeland, the UK, and #1 in the U.S.

Holding Back the Years
Simply Red

Holding back the years
Thinking of the fear I’ve had so long
When somebody hears
Listen to the fear that’s gone
Strangled by the wishes of pater
Hoping for the arms of mater
Get to me the sooner or later

Holding back the tears
Chance for me to escape from all I know
Holding back the tears
‘Cause nothing here has grown
I’ve wasted all my tears
Wasted all those years
Nothing had the chance to be good
Nothing ever could, yeah

I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on, so tight

Well I’ve wasted all my tears
Wasted all of those years
And nothing had the chance to be good
‘Cause nothing ever could

I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on

Holding
Holding
Holding
Holding

I said

It’s all I have today
It’s all I have to say

Songwriters: Mick Hucknall / Neil Moss
Holding Back the Years lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

♫ Holding Back The Years ♫

I was chatting with a dear friend from across the pond this evening, and we were talking about music, about how some songs traveled across the pond and became hits in both the UK and the U.S., while others that we never heard of here in the U.S., were big hits all across Europe.  What makes the difference?  Marketing surely plays a role, but what else?  Anyway, he tossed out a few titles to see if I knew them.  Turned out I did know 3 of the 5 he mentioned, and had, in fact, already played 2 of those 3 here on ye olde blog.  That left one that I knew and loved, and so tonight, we indulge in a bit of Simply Red!

Now, you guys already know that I am way outclassed when I’m talking music with any one of you, right?  Keith, Cheryl, David … Scott and rawgod for sure … most of you know a lot more than I do about bands, artists, and songs … I just know what I like, what stirs one emotion or another in me.  Thus, though this song takes me way back and I have always liked what I consider the slow, sensuous tone of it, and even though Simply Red has another that I like even more (I’m not telling which, for you’re gonna see it here in a day or two, but you’re welcome to take a guess) … I had no idea that Simply Red was a person, and not a group.  As my daughter used to say a lot … “Duh, Grannie”.

So, it turns out that Simply Red is Mick Hucknall, and Simply Red came about because of his red hair.  If I were to decide to become a singer at this late stage of the game, I guess I would be “Weirdly Grey”!  Hmmmm … 🤔 … 🤔 … OH WAIT!!!  People run for the exits when I start to sing!  The girls don their headphones.  The moggies run for cover!  I cannot sing!  How could I forget?

I did not find much background on this song, other than that Hucknall wrote it in his bedroom in his father’s house while still a teenager.  The song charted at #2 in Mick’s homeland, the UK, and #1 in the U.S.

Holding Back the Years
Simply Red

Holding back the years
Thinking of the fear I’ve had so long
When somebody hears
Listen to the fear that’s gone
Strangled by the wishes of pater
Hoping for the arms of mater
Get to me the sooner or later

Holding back the tears
Chance for me to escape from all I know
Holding back the tears
‘Cause nothing here has grown
I’ve wasted all my tears
Wasted all those years
Nothing had the chance to be good
Nothing ever could, yeah

I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on, so tight

Well I’ve wasted all my tears
Wasted all of those years
And nothing had the chance to be good
‘Cause nothing ever could

I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on
I’ll keep holding on

Holding
Holding
Holding
Holding

I said

It’s all I have today
It’s all I have to say

Songwriters: Mick Hucknall / Neil Moss
Holding Back the Years lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

Saturday Surprise — Oops — On Sunday — Again.

Good Morning, and welcome to Saturday Surprise on Sunday!  Time just goes too fast for me, and I keep letting Saturday sneak up on me without realizing it has done so.  But that’s okay … we can have just as much fun on a Sunday morning, yes?  I hope you are all having a lovely weekend!  Recently, I was having a discussion with one of my UK friends, and I truly do not remember why the topic even came up, but I mentioned something about them driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road.  He, of course, suggested that I simply call it the ‘other side’ of the road, for who’s to say which is right and which is wrong.  So, of course, that opened the lid to my curiosity box, and I had, suddenly, a burning desire to know how it came to be that we here in the U.S. drive on the right side, and the Brits drive on the wrong left side. And it turns out to be rather a fun story, so I thought it would make a nice Saturday Sunday morning diversion.It turns out that driving on the left side dates back to the days of feudal societies.  Yes, yes, I am aware that Karl Benz and Henry Ford had not yet invented the automobile, but they rode horses (not Karl & Henry, but just people in general), and since most people are right-handed, swordsmen preferred to keep to the left in order to have their right arm nearer to an opponent and their scabbard further from  him.So that’s a fairly logical explanation for the left side, but how did some of us come to switch to the right side?

In the late 1700s teamsters in France and the United States began hauling farm products in big wagons pulled by several pairs of horses. These wagons had no driver’s seat; instead the driver sat on the left rear horse, so he could keep his right arm free to lash the team. Since he was sitting on the left, he naturally wanted everybody to pass on the left so he could look down and make sure he kept clear of the oncoming wagon’s wheels. Therefore, he kept to the right side of the road.

Additionally, in France, until the French Revolution in 1789, the aristocracy travelled on the left of the road, forcing the peasantry over to the right, but after the storming of the Bastille and the subsequent events, aristocrats preferred to keep a low profile and joined the peasants on the right. Then when Napoleon began conquering other nations, the habit of driving on the right extended to other nations such as Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Switzerland, Germany, Poland and many parts of Spain and Italy. The states that had resisted Napoleon kept left – Britain, the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Portugal. Although by the 1800s, the trend was leaning toward driving on the right, Britain not only repudiated it, but in 1835 made left-hand driving mandatory, and the countries that were part of the British Empire followed suit.  In the early years of the English colonization of North America, driving on the left was the norm.  But once the U.S. gained its independence, just like the child finally freed from the bonds of its parents’ rules, that quickly began to change, and Pennsylvania was the first state, in 1792, to pass a law making driving on the right mandatory.And if you really want something confusing … Spain had no traffic regulations prior to the 1930s … some drove on the left, some on the right.  In the 1960s, Great Britain also considered changing, but the country’s conservative powers did everything they could to nip the proposal in the bud. Furthermore, the fact that it would cost billions of pounds to change everything round was not much of an incentive… Eventually, Britain dropped the idea. Today, only four European countries still drive on the left: the United Kingdom, Ireland, Cyprus and Malta.Currently there are 166 countries that drive on the right, compared to 74 countries that drive on the wrong left.  Which do you suppose is safer?  I rather doubt that safety has as much to do with side of the road as it does with fitness of the drivers, but world standards has put together an interesting infographic to try to tie it down.

And now, folks, your burning question about who drives on which side of the road and why, has been answered.  Go enjoy your weekend (what’s left of it), fire up the charcoal grill, invite a few friends over and relax, for tomorrow is … well, you know.

This one’s for you, Keith!