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Well, and Francis points out the unfortunate prevalence of inappropriate wedding music. His solution is to hold tight to the wedding list. Sadly, this is not really sufficient, or wasn’t in the case of Your Humble Blogger and his Best Reader. We made what would now be called a playlist of 44 songs (three and a half hours or so). Now, certainly most of those are appropriate for weddings, such as “From this Moment On” or “Moonlight Becomes You”. There are some on the list that if not absolutely dead-on lyrically at least are irrelevant, such as “Stompin’ at the Savoy” or “Jumpin’ Jive”, or instrumentals such as the “East St. Louis Toodle-Oo”. But I count sixteen songs that are unambiguously inappropriate for a wedding.

OK, categories:

Rueful Breakup: “Better Luck Next Time” There ain’t gonna be no next time for me, “Just One of those Things” So good-bye, dear, and amen/Here’s hoping we meet again, “Hello Young Lovers” Don't cry because I'm alone, “Solitude” I sit in my chair/Filled with despair/No-one could be so sad

Bitter Breakup: “Makin’ Whoopee” The Judge says 'keep her/You'll find it's cheaper/than Makin Whoopee', “What’ll I Do” What'll I do?/When I am wond'ring who/Is kissing you/What'll I do?, “Kissing Bug” You wouldn’t, you couldn’t, be true if you tried

Unrequited Love: “Change Partners” Can't you see I'm longing to be in his place?, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” Don’t you know you fool, you never can win, “I Can’t Get Started” But now I'm broken hearted/Can't get started with you

No Love At All: “But Not For Me” When ev'ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot/And there's no knot for me

Viagra jokes: “Too Darn Hot” I ain't up to my baby tonight, “A Fine Romance” I never mussed the crease in your blue serge pants

Maybe Baby: “At Long Last Love” Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?, “Do Nothin’ ’Til You Hear From Me” True I've been seen with someone new/But does that mean that I'm untrue?, “Is You Is Or Is You Ain’t My Baby” Seems my flame in your heart's done gone out

Not Actually Inappropriate, but Just Sounds Wrong: “Beat Me, Daddy, Eight to the Bar” He can play piano any way that you like it/But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar

The thing is that Your Humble Blogger likes these songs. We talked about it, beforehand, and decided that it was OK to have songs we like, even if they aren’t appropriate. And, as it turned out, with one thing and another, the carefully planned three-disc set didn’t get played front to back, but interrupted, restarted, skipped, and whatever. Not that I would remember the details now; I barely remember any events of that day after around seven in the morning. At the end of the day, we were married, inappropriate songs and all, and are still happy now. So there.

Thank you,


I have no problem with people *deliberately* picking songs such as the ones you mention, whether or not I would have picked them (I figured there were plenty of occasions for me to play wedding-inappropriate songs I like). As a music dork, it makes me crazy to know that there are people out there who just don't think about these things -- they hand the reins to a DJ and are done with it. Or just have no idea about the actual meanings of the ostensibly romantic songs they're playing.

Oh, I agree. It was mostly just an excuse for a nice easy list-of-songs entry, as well as an attempt at a express-affection-without-mawkishness note. Not affection for you, mind, but for my Best Reader, who is also, not to put too fine a point on it, My Funny Valentine.
And, of course, you're right. When you hear totally inappropriate songs on such occasions, it's hard not to conclude that whoever is in charge is a total idiot. In my case, such conclusions were perhaps already foregone...
I'll add that I don't have plenty of occasions to construct a three or four hour block of music to accompany a celebratory meal, so I kinda went nuts with this one. It's just as well, as the set has also accompanied us various places, and was almost certainly the first music heard by my Perfect Nonreader.
Oh, I should probably mention that I do happen to know a couple, lovely couple, with a tremendous marriage that has withstood troubles I find it hard to contemplate dry-eyed, both seriously clever and capable of interpreting lyrics with a sophistication I can only simulate, and who chose to have their first dance as wife and husband to "Poisoned Rose". Hm. Come to think of it, I probably shouldn't mention it.

you could think of the other songs as a happy-single outreach program...

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