At a shower thrown by her aunt and uncle, we were subjected to Journey, Styx and all sorts of other horribleness that I've drank out of my memory. I was given specific requests that I felt I met very well. In addition, many of my friends insisted I not play too much punk or rowdy rock 'n' roll and include some soul and R & B. This was planned from the beginning along with country and rockabilly. I came up with 200 songs I was stoked for and was told by Mrs. Debauchery to narrow it down to 50 and for the last 3 days before the wedding, I tweaked the list and was very happy with the outcome. Would the guests at our wedding? We never got to find that out.
You see, the fuckhead DJ's took it upon themselves to decide what was best for our wedding and because of that, I hope they burn in Rock 'N' Roll Hell, listening to nothing but Lil' John, Nelly and the Black Eyed Peas. All of that horrible shit they inflicted upon my wedding guests.
Let's forget about them fucking up our exit from the ceremony and go ahead to the introduction of the parties. See, my groomsmen were supposed to be introduced to Turbonegro's "Get It On" which was super tits of Mrs. Debauchery to allow. Well, at the last minute the dipshits in charge of our wedding decided the parties should be combined and go in together. Knowing the bridesmaids would not enjoy walking into a reception to Death Punk, I told the fucktards at the DJ booth to just pick something random and to still play the entrance music for me and my bride. When the moment of truth came...no music. So my boys and girls get lead in with no introduction to a crowd that doesn't realize they need to focus on them. A total clusterfuck. Mrs. Debauchery is pissed but I try to assure her us walking into Joey Ramone covering "What a Wonderful World" will rule and make everyone forget that bullshit and when the doors were flung upon...silence. These asshats just had to hit fucking play on a goddamn iPod and they fucked that up.
So, we walk in and all of a sudden the butt dumplings behind the DJ booth are fumbling around with my iPod and I figure, "Oh! Awesome. I'm about to hear the 'Mats and then the Undertones!" Yeah, instead, it was our first dance song. NO ONE told us that shit was going to happen. And then there was a shitload of Sinatra, which, I dig, BUT when those shitbirds played "New York, New York" I almost lost it (ya know, the whole Red Sox thing).
I stayed outside, chain smoking, until I finally heard a guitar that signified that the Runaways were on which meant my iPod had been activated. I rush inside and am confronted with the crushing reality of the Black Eyed Peas being played until Mrs. Debauchery rushed over and told them to cut that song off. This, is why we're married.
As many times as I tried to remind the pair of genital wart infested nutsacks that they needed to bounce back between my iPod and Mrs. Debauchery's list, I was constantly ignored. Instead of hearing Cheap Trick or Jerry Lee Lewis or Buddy Holly, we were subjected to a song about jizzing in chicks faces. Great, assholes. I saw you looking at my playlist with confusion but could you not just do your fucking jobs and just press play on the motherfucking iPod? Not only were our guests turned off by their musical choices, my mom begrudged the lack of Ramones and punk rock at my wedding. Mrs. Debauchery should've let me play some Turquoise Jeep if that's the hip-hop she wanted. At least it would've been listenable. I'm not even getting into the rancid modern country slop they spread across my ears.
Eventually, after the fifth fucking time I told them to play my wedding list they actually did! For ten minutes! When pressed, the DJ's said they were trying to keep the dance-floor filled and that they didn't think my music choices were conducive to a proper wedding reception. Oh really, dick for brains? How do you know what my guests will enjoy? I mean, I'm the one that knows them and their tastes not you! How do you know they aren't all hardcore Baptists who came from a town where a car full of teenagers died in a wreck on their way home from dancing? What if they had Parkinson's and didn't want to risk a fit on floor? Or maybe, just maybe, there are people who attend weddings who could give a fuck less about dancing. Y'know, enjoy meeting family, seeing old friends, hitting the bar and all that jazz. These DJ's were so full of shit that my friend, Rebecca went up and laid into them and said, "Can I get your information so I don't book you for my wedding?"
Bottom line is, wedding DJ's, assholes that you are: Your one job was to hit fucking play on my iPod. That's easy money. You were able to somewhat accommodate my bride but You don't have to think about what the guests want to hear because the people paying you could not care less about it. You are mere monkeys that only had to hit play. You proved yourselves incapable of performing that meager task when you skipped ahead midway through "Tessie" and then backtracked and started it over. What that says to me is that you don't know how to work an iPod. The fuck, guys? That is your chosen profession and you suck at that in such epic amounts it can't be fully understood by the public in this mere blog rant.
But the main reason I was so pissed about the DJ fuck ups wasn't because I didn't look cool because the music was lame. No, it's that I picked a very specific set of songs that I have strong personal attachments to in regards to my wife and friends. I didn't just throw shit onto a playlist to make me look like the god of music and I didn't flippantly ignore the fact that my musical tastes are way off base from most of the people at my wedding. I worked hard to create that balance and some cheesy asshat motherfuckin' cocksuckers who thought it'd be cute to have the theme from Rocky (I am not joking) playing while I removed my wife's garter (I would've chosen Joan Jett's "Do You Wanna Touch Me") didn't let my guests be the final judge. If people had streamlined up to the DJ booth to complain I would have understood that and dealt with it but instead they filed out the fucking door.
And the worst part was after I finally got them to play "The Body of an American" they got on board and played songs by bands who were actually on my playlist! I told them that and they just gave me blank looks. And no one bitched for the rest of the night. Kudos for vindicating me you pair of felch fiends and you and your ilk can all eat a bowl of fuck!
Here is the wedding playlist as it was intended. You can tell me if it would have ruined the evening or upset the vacant dance floor (save for the bridesmaids):
The Replacements - Can't Hardly Wait
The Undertones - Teenage Kicks
Small Faces - Sha-La-La-La-Lee
New York Dolls - Looking for a Kiss
The Ramones - She's the One
Nobunny - I am a Girlfriend
The Runaways - You Drive Me Wild
Sweet - Wig Wam Bam
Big Star - When My Baby's Beside Me
Alice Cooper - Be My Lover
Cheap Trick - Southern Girls
Jerry Lee Lewis - Lovin' Up a Storm
Buddy Holly - Rave On
The Cramps - Trapped Love
The Pogues - The Body of an American
Dropkick Murphys - Tessie
The Clash - Train in Vain (Stand by Me)
King Khan and the Shrines - Burnin' Inside
Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers - I Love You
The Devil Dogs - I'm Gonna Make You Mine
The Beach Boys - God Only Knows (1967 Rehearsal)
Sam Cooke - (What a) Wonderful World
Jimmy Cliff - Come Into My Life
Al Green - You Ought to be with Me
Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings - I'll Still Be True
King Khan and the Shrines - Welfare Bread
Black Keys - Your Touch
The Pixies - Gigantic
The Action - She's Got My Heart
The Only Ones - Another Girl, Another Planet
Exploding Hearts - I'm a Pretender
Damone - On My Mind
The Wildhearts - Someone That Won't Let Me Go
The Muffs - A Little Luxury
The Queers - I Always Knew
The Unlovables - Doot Da Doot
Jawbreaker - Into You Like a Train
Generation X - Kiss Me Deadly
Davila 666 - Yo Seira Otro
Mark Sultan - Sweeter Than Wine
Buddy Holly - You've Got Love
Patsy Cline - You Belong to Me
Old 97's - You Belong to My Heart
T. Rex - Ballroom of Mars
The National - Bloodbuzz Ohio
The Phaetons - I Love My Baby
The Sonics - Do You Love Me
The Jam - Non Stop Dancing
Electric Six - Danger! High Voltage
Blondie - Atomic
3 comments:
You should've shot one of them in the neck and then told the other one to start playing the right songs... Your playlist is tits!
Very reminiscent of the conversation we had today. My outloud cackling at some of your adjectives woke up my husband. I would like a copy of your list on CD!
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