Seven Days of Songs - Day Seven

Seven Days Too Long - Chuck Wood

The second this song starts I feel like I’ve entered another dimension. A world of Fred Perry polo shirts, wide leg trousers (and I mean really wide) and sweat. I whip out my finest northern soul moves and let the song take me.

I’m always surprised by the urge to do a high kick every thirty seconds, so if we’re ever at a northern soul night together and this comes on, watch your chin.

Starting a song with a monologue is bold, but my goodness is it perfect in this song. I love how Chuck flits between almost berating to singing in that powerful belt. You can hear him putting his heart and soul into it, in a way you can’t help but try and replicate whether that be through singing or through your sweet sweet groovy moves. Because you don’t just dance to this song, you groove, you click, you twirl.

My living room becomes Wigan Casino, and I am a woman possessed by the spirit of 1967. I hit every note the trumpet plays with a flick of my wrist and fly around the room in a way only your own space allows. Although I’m sure if I did go that full pelt at an event either people would appreciate it and move out of the way whilst cheering me on, or I’d be promptly carried out by the bouncers and subsequently sectioned.

By the time we hit 2 minutes 23 seconds I have lost my voice and done the equivalent of a HIIT workout. It’s bittersweet really, some people spend hundreds on a night out hoping to wake up without a voice and knowing they’ve hit their ten thousand steps. All I need is this song.