Picking wedding songs is hard. People do it all the time, so you think that it would be easy. Part of the reason it can be easy is because Top 40 radio is peppered with songs that you can grab and insert into your meaningful moment of choice.However, if you're doing it right and making it meaningful and specific to you, there isn't necessarily an obvious choice. (As per this list, this excludes fans of Shania Twain, 98 Degrees, Michael Bolton and Celine Dion. However, you probably don't understand this post anyway, so you can feel free to stop reading.)
Here are some songs and bands that we have been considering, but had to put on the back burner due to creepy lyrics.
Grateful Dead - Ripple
"There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone."
Iron and Wine - Lovesong of the Buzzard
As if the title doesn't give it away.
The Mountain Goats - No Children
Extensive reasons not to choose this song, including the lyrics:
"I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die."
However, I feel better about the efforts we are putting towards this, when I see that there are people who don't really consider the nuances of disasterous lyrics. NPR held a contest to collect the top worst wedding songs from listeners. It was a good heads-up, as we were able to see that whatever we pick can't possibly be this bad. We also got the hint to take "Send in the Clowns" off of our list.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
An open to letter to that well-behaved girl in the coffee shop
I'm sorry to hear about that horrible situation with the car. Every patron in the coffee shop was. By 'situation' you must know that I am referring to the fact that your daddy won't buy you one. I admit, I was a little skeptical that you were deserving of a car as well. However, when you started to yelp that the one accident with your friend's car was 'barely' your fault, and you took note of that one 'unlucky' time when you wrecked your dad's car, my heart began to warm. Not only did you have a history of facing the challenges of driving, such as watching what is around you when you do it, but you are reflective and thoughtful, and perfectly willing to note your mistakes loudly in public for all to hear.
Similarly, I was surprised when you yelled "I'm 21 and I don't have my driver's license!" I had been completely willing to believe that you were much younger. Say 15. Or 5. However, only someone with the wisdom of your years would be able to negotiate with phrases such as "I don't want to!" and "I'm not trying to sound like I'm asking for the world here."
I also completely agree that your dad could be spending his money better. You were careful to note that a 20,000 euro piece of modern art that he wanted to buy would be "like, the same as a car" for you. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you understand how conversion rates work. You were shrieking about how much your econ textbook would cost, so I know that you at least have plans in the future to begin learning about money. When you do so, you will finally be able to prove to your dad that a $35,000 piece of art does not have wheels and all of your John Mayer CDs, and is therefore an inferior purchase.
To your father: well done holding your own in this discussion. I especially appreciated the part where you contemplated defrauding the SPCA by passing off your daughter's cat as a feral cat so that neutering would be free. The pull towards economics must run in the family, since you encouraged your daughter to split the cost of her textbook with a bunch of people and scan all of the pages they would need, copyright laws be damned. I do wish you could be a bit more hopeful about Muslims; you may be right that "between the people, the culture, and the religion, they're all doomed," but it just really brings down the atmosphere in the coffee shop when you say it out loud over your MacBook, apple danish and $4 latte.
Despite all of this, I could still feel the universal bond of a father-daughter relationship. You only care for her well-being, no matter where she goes. I concur that when she goes to Mexico on a drunken spring break with her sorority sisters, she should in no circumstance get into a taxi. You put it just the way that I always have: "No one wants to be in a cab with some Mexican".
Similarly, I was surprised when you yelled "I'm 21 and I don't have my driver's license!" I had been completely willing to believe that you were much younger. Say 15. Or 5. However, only someone with the wisdom of your years would be able to negotiate with phrases such as "I don't want to!" and "I'm not trying to sound like I'm asking for the world here."
I also completely agree that your dad could be spending his money better. You were careful to note that a 20,000 euro piece of modern art that he wanted to buy would be "like, the same as a car" for you. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you understand how conversion rates work. You were shrieking about how much your econ textbook would cost, so I know that you at least have plans in the future to begin learning about money. When you do so, you will finally be able to prove to your dad that a $35,000 piece of art does not have wheels and all of your John Mayer CDs, and is therefore an inferior purchase.
To your father: well done holding your own in this discussion. I especially appreciated the part where you contemplated defrauding the SPCA by passing off your daughter's cat as a feral cat so that neutering would be free. The pull towards economics must run in the family, since you encouraged your daughter to split the cost of her textbook with a bunch of people and scan all of the pages they would need, copyright laws be damned. I do wish you could be a bit more hopeful about Muslims; you may be right that "between the people, the culture, and the religion, they're all doomed," but it just really brings down the atmosphere in the coffee shop when you say it out loud over your MacBook, apple danish and $4 latte.
Despite all of this, I could still feel the universal bond of a father-daughter relationship. You only care for her well-being, no matter where she goes. I concur that when she goes to Mexico on a drunken spring break with her sorority sisters, she should in no circumstance get into a taxi. You put it just the way that I always have: "No one wants to be in a cab with some Mexican".
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