Expect posting to be rather light for the next couple of weeks, as I have a wedding to hyperventilate over.
The big source of anxiety right now is the music. When we were discussing the wedding originally, I was not hip to the idea of a DJ: if there's going to be some jerk playing awful music at the wedding, I want to be that jerk.
As a lover of music, it's a great idea. The problem is, wedding receptions are long. Really, really long. I am going to have to shave midway through this wedding reception or else I'll walk out of it with a big ZZ Top beard. I've started telling my doctor and dentist that, for regularly scheduled appointments, they should just meet me at the reception.
In getting all of these lengthy playlists ready, I've listened to so much music that I have no idea what I like anymore. It's like saying a word over and over again until it sounds like gibberish. I'm so out of touch with my musical taste, I could probably bust a move to Wolf Blitzer right at this very moment.
I think I came up wiht a little mindhack for getting around this, though. For dancing songs, I just imagine that I'm hanging out at Barry White's house. It's just me and Barry and a few other happening people at his house, drinking sherry, and I say, "Hey Barry, check this out," as I drop some tunes on. If it seems like Barry White wouldn't throw sherry in my face over that song, it stays on the playlist.
Posted by Cody at October 20, 2008 8:58 PM