Thursday, January 12, 2012

Dancing Queen

I can't pick a wedding song, and it's driving me crazy.  I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.....no; literally; I'm caught between the edgier, rock n roll-esque songs of my past from DMB, Coldplay, Sister Hazel, David Gray (it's in the ear of the belistener, and I think he rocks), and the the droopy, dreamy, liquid melodies that flow forth from the likes of Josh Radin, City and Colour, Bon Iver, and Greg Laswell which have been streaming through my ear buds as of late.  That's not to even mention the moss on the rock like the Jack Johnsons and Norah Joneses.

Before you go all accusatory and ask if I'm involving Jim in this decision...let me add a disclaimer.  Our DJ prefers we have two songs; our first dance, and then a sort of finale song to make sure everyone knows the night is over (I tried to explain that about the time my Mom and Aunties tried to karaoke, there would be no doubt the night was over, but I think he thought I was kidding.  He'll see.)  With that in mind, and both being music lovers, we compromised!  Jim picked the last, and I picked the first.  Or..er....I was supposed to.  Hence, my predicament.  My guy wasted no time choosing his song (sorry, no spoilers here.)...but I am just jammed up.  No pun intended.  I started compiling a youtube playlist early on, and at 99 songs, decided I was officially in trouble.  So I did some serious slicing and got it narrowed down to...ahem...75 songs.  Then Jim had this brilliant idea that we'd have a dance!!  He'd make dinner, I'd wear a dress...maybe there would be a paper mache disco involved, I don't know.  Then we'd play that playlist and dance to each song until we'd found THE ONE.  (I put less effort into finding my wedding dress by the way.)  Have you ever tried to have a private homecoming in your living room??  It sounds totally romantic....until the 5th song in...when it starts to feel like 7th grade....and you realize you'd SO much rather be finishing the episodes of Dexter you missed while snuggled on the couch together. 

Sigh.  So here I am.  I still have plenty of time...but that's the crux of my issue; time!  I have way too much of it, and there are just way too many 'first song worthy' artists, tunes, and bands out there!  And for all my nostalgia and sentimentality (and I know there's a lot), I just can't seem to pin down the ONE which captures Jim and me.  They all make me think of him--even the ones that make me think of someone else, make me ultimately think...of just him. 

And then I thought; Queen!  We'll totally do Bohemian Rhapsody.  I already know all the words (thank you summer of 2001)...if we lip synced and did a dance...how hilarious would that be!?  Judging by Jim's enthusiasm...not very.    So a choreographed surprise youtube sensation also doesn't look likely to be in our future.  (Or at least Jim's.  You just never know what to expect from me *wink *wink!!!) 


I guess the only thing left...we'll just have to write our own song!  Adam Sandler did it, right? 

Or maybe Michael will just rick roll the lot of you halfway through the dance. 

In the mean time....I'll just have to wait for a sign....from the Big Guy.  ;-)

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