Our performance was well received. Many of the family didn't know me all that well at that point, but they enjoyed the fact that I would go out on a limb and do something so crazy to make the day memorable for the bride and groom. We were glad to do it for them, even though we were pretty nervous on how it would be received.
Well, it turns out that our impression was a bit too good. A few years later, Cactus Face's sister is getting married. A few years later, as in today, a few years later. Cactus Face's sister has found a great guy, complete with family, to whom she is getting married. I got a call at work a couple of weeks ago from Wifey, voluntelling me to sing at the wedding with her.
Tangent one: A definition
Voluntell: (v) When someone volunteers you for something, and then tells you later that you are doing it. I was voluntold that I was to sing at the wedding, even though it was the first I had learned of it.
Back to the story...
My first thought was to start thinking up stuff that Cactus Face's sister liked to do, and how I might be able incorporate riding horses and western themes into a song. Wifey informed me that they already had a song picked out for us, so I stopped my creative brain and started listening.
The selected number was "Now that I've Found You." The song is an older one, and it tickled the back of my brain as being familiar. Wifey told me that it was a country song, and I quickly realized that I was cornered.
Tangent two: A story on why I hate country music
When I was in high school, my older brother got into a phase his junior and/or senior year where he started listening to country music and occasionally wearing wranglers to select events (like rodeos). He was on the basketball team, and because he wanted to participate in a few electives, he decided to take a zero-hour course. He would get up a bit before me and hop in the shower. To help himself wake up, he would crank on country music as he was in the bathroom.
This was all fine and dandy, except for the fact that my bedroom was right next to the bathroom. I often awoke to the twang of George Strait and others, complete with the steel guitar's inebriated tones backing them up. To this day, I can no longer listen to country music without a bit of a shudder. Often times, I am much more vocal about disliking it, and have been known to make up alternative lyrics to ruin a song for the individual listening to such vile music. I might have been conditioned to hate, but in this case, my prejudice is justified.
Back to the story, part II...
Wifey didn't know the song yet, so she bought it off iTunes. As she started listening to it, she sent me an email with some of the lyrics. I threw up a little in my mouth, but wanting to keep on good terms with my cubicle mate, I swallowed it down.
I know there are some of you out there saying, "Now, it can't be that bad." So, for those of you with this attitude, consider standing up in front of people who know you very well, people who don't know you as well, and complete stranger who have come for a VERY important event of someone they care deeply for. As the stranger, you see a gangly fellow and his wife hand off their adorable little girl to someone sitting close by. They get up and start to sing a song. Some of the lyrics are as follows:
I do believe we're meant to be. Our chemistry will last forever.Or, how about this one?
You hold me like a prayer. You touch me everywhere.
If those lyrics don't seem awkward to you, then I must have a filter that you don't have. Wifey and I both find it a bit uncomfortable saying, "You touch me everywhere" as part of a public celebration in front of family and friends. In fact, as Wifey and I were practicing tonight, she turned away from me and started laughing. I asked her why she started cracking up, and she informed me that she was just trying to picture herself saying this line in front of her family.
Should be an interesting experience—one that has tainted the idea of country music for me a little bit more. But if it makes the bride and groom happy, then I guess it is worth it.