2/16/16

First Dances . . .


You know that moment at every wedding reception when the bride and groom make their way, awkwardly, to the dance floor following some sappy words from the groom (the bride never really pushes this particular issue) and they start swaying to and fro as a slideshow of childhood photos keeps everyone (ideally) distracted and/or there is NOTHING to look at so you just sort of sit and stare at them, awkwardly swaying to and fro, in the middle of the dance floor? 

Yeah. You KNOW that moment. Here's the difference between "you" and "me", though. I spend that four minutes - and the hours leading up to it - obsessing about how horribly bad the song that every bride and groom sway to and fro to is. 

First dances fall into four camps:
  1. The hopelessly trite. The songs that literally state - nail on head, on proverbial nose, etc. - the emotions and moments that lead to a wedding and the dance you're otherwise staring at.
  2. The hopelessly trendy. The wedding song OF THE MOMENT blares and will, forever, date the nuptials far more strongly than the custom etsy photo mattings ever will.
  3. The hopelessly random. No - not a slow, romantic ballad - deeply personal and otherwise disconnected but the bride and groom "get it" (so shut up and stare for four minutes anyway).
  4. The hopelessly awesome. This is the rarest of all the wedding song "birds" and the holy grail of the longest four minutes of every wedding day. Many, many will try. Few, few will make it.
Here are ten songs that fit in at least one of the above camps. You decide which one(s).

A different generation, perhaps . . . 


I mean - it is YOUR day . . . 


Oy vey . . . 


Yeah it does . . . 


Ummm . . . he's STALKING you, Mrs. Him . . . 


Ummmm . . . she's going to let you drown, Jack . . . 


It is groovy . . . 


No you won't - my grandmother is at table two . . . 


Turn around - walk off the dance floor . . . 


"Need" is a weird word . . .