They're playing our song

By Tanya Bricking
Advertiser Staff Writer

Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003

And then we forgot what it was?

We're having a jazz band play at our reception, so we decided we better figure out whether our favorites are in the band's repertoire.

For my side of the family, this will be one of the few family wedding receptions without "The Chicken Dance," "We Are Family," "The Electric Slide" and "Rocky Top" in the music lineup. Once they get over the shock of no "Macarena," I'm fairly certain the scrutiny over our music selection will pass.

Still, I was hoping "our song" would have come to us by now.

I'll admit, I've been getting sucked in by radio DJ Delilah during my evening drive time lately just to see if something hit me. I am the same person who hates sappy endings to romantic comedies, but I am developing a high tolerance for sappy radio. (Shania Twain's "Forever And For Always" is one of the most requested songs.) Sickeningly sweet? Yes. Jazzy? No.

My fiancé is more of a country guy. He likes Tim McGraw's "My Best Friend." Nice message. Probably not quite what our band had in mind.

So, the Chairman of the Board has become our ultimate wedding singer, as soon as we reminded ourselves which Frank Sinatra song was "ours."

We picked out "It Had to Be You" ("I wandered around, And finally found, The somebody who, Could make me be blue, Or even be glad, Just to be sad, Thinking of you ...")

Old Blue Eyes also is my pick for a father/daughter song, although I'm second-guessing whether the lyrics of "Summer Wind" are too depressing. ("And still the days, Those lonely days, Go on and on...")

I wouldn't feel like I was fulfilling my bridal duties if I didn't agonize over song lyrics.

Which not enough brides do, by the way. Just look at the unfortunate couples who selected "Every Breath You Take," by the Police, a song about jealousy, for their first dance ("Every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you") or, worse, Whitney Houston (need I say more?) singing "I Will Always Love You," which is more fit for a breakup ("Bittersweet memories, That is all I'm taking with me, So goodbye, Please don't cry.")

First dance, last dance, parent songs — perhaps these are among the details our guests won't remember anyway.

Our band is instrumental, so maybe the lyrics won't matter that much. Hey, these guests are the same people I've seen doing "The Chicken Dance."

There goes another worry off my list.

Tanya Bricking writes about relationships for The Advertiser. Reach her at tbricking@honoluluadvertiser.com or 525-8026.

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