NPR’s All Things Considered ran a segment on this afternoon’s broadcast about the least appropriate wedding songs ever: songs like ‘Send In The Clowns’ as the bride glides down the aisle, or ‘You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ ‘ for the couple’s first dance.
I’ve sung at a ton of weddings over the years, and have a ton of stories to match, but all the songs I’ve sung have been fairly appropriate: ‘One Hand, One Heart‘ from West Side Story, Billy Joel’s ‘Just The Way You Are’ and David Gates’ ‘If’ (both of those at my brother’s wedding), Dan Fogelberg’s ‘Longer’ (I sang it with my brother at my baby sister’s wedding). I sang a song of my own composition at my own wedding, interrupted not only by my own blubbering but the noise of an aircraft landing at Oakland International Airport, the landing pattern of which passed over our backyard ceremony. And of course I’ve sung Paul Stookey’s ‘The Wedding Song’ at a great majority of all the other weddings at which I’ve performed.
I sang at a wedding at Villa Montalvo near San Jose where I sang a snippet of a different song as each bridesmaid walked across the lawn. I was singing some pre-ceremony music when it started to rain at an outdoor wedding in the Santa Cruz mountains – I managed to fake my way through ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ and ‘I Love A Rainy Night’. I’ve sung ‘Ave Maria’, I’ve sung ‘The Lord’s Prayer’, I was even in the ‘wedding singer’ business in partnership with a videographer – had a demo tape and everything!
I suppose the most unusual wedding I ever attended, much less sang at, was one at the Home Church in Campbell CA. I guess I got this gig because I was active in the church’s worship team as well as leading worship for the singles minstry on Friday nights. Anyway, the song the bride wanted me to sing as she walked down the aisle was Tanya Tucker’s ‘Would You Lay With Me In A Field Of Stone’:
Would you lay with me, in a field of stone?
If my needs were strong, would you lay with me?
Should my lips grow dry, would you wet them, dear.
In the midnight hour, if my lips were dry.
Pretty racy stuff, no? Especially in a church!
Anyway, there were TEN attendants – ten bridesmaids dressed in square dance dresses complete with flouncy petticoats and cowgirl boots; ten groomsmen in western-cut tuxedos with ‘smile pockets’ at each breast of the jackets – in peach, no less.
But the pièce de résistance, if you will, was the bride, kicking up her heels in a beautiful virgin-white square dance dress, virgin-white cowgirl boots, and a virgin-white cowgirl hat under her virgin-white veil.
Quite the sight.