Last weekend, my cousin got married, and while there were several unconventional elements to her wedding, what surprised me the most was her decision to ask her guests for song requests.
Granted, you want people to boogie. There’s nothing worse — apart from the officiant calling the bride the wrong name — than for only a few (read, “drunken”) guests to brave the dance floor, while the rest of the party pretends to be more interested in conversations.
But to open it up for requests carries risks. What if a great-uncle requests “Horse with No Name”? What if a college classmate’s date asks for something raunchy and lewd? (See Ginuwine, “Pony”). What if you get five Taylor Swift songs?
My cousin, however, was smart; she and her husband reserved the final say. I know this because my request was not played — and it was none other than James Brown. Really, Cuz? No Godfather of Soul? The hardest working man in show business didn’t make the cut?
The omission might have been due to time constraints. Her dad’s toast was somewhat long (I say this with love). Perhaps the guests did not file through the taco bar line as quickly as she might have hoped. It could be that “Get Up Offa That Thing” was supposed to be one of the closing tunes and was only cut because we had to leave the wedding venue at 10 p.m. Maybe my song had to be bumped in favor of “Love Shack,” which my cousin’s new father-in-law had requested. Obviously, he got dibs.
I’m humble enough to realize that, when selecting the music, the tastes of a fortysomething dad might not have been the number-one priority. My cousin really did want five Taylor Swift songs.
Maybe being cut was actually an expression of trust. My cousin knows that I’m there for her no matter what. In this case, I was on the dance floor from start to finish. Not in the spotlight, mind you. My role was purely supportive. I would have tried my best to rock out to some rare Metallica B-side if that had been what the groom wanted. And while I didn’t know all of Swift’s lyrics, you better believe that I belted, “Come along, and bring your jukebox money!”
Andrew Taylor-Troutman is the author of the book with Wipf and Stock Publishers titled This Is the Day: A Year of Observing Unofficial Holidays about Ampersands, Bobbleheads, Buttons, Cousins, Hairball Awareness, Humbugs, Serendipity, Star Wars, Teenagers, Tenderness, Walking to School, Yo-Yos, and More. He lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina where he is a student of joy.
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