Weddingbee Blog

Earlier this summer, I was a crabby passenger in Mr. Jam’s car during a long ride to God knows where. Clearly I wasn’t paying attention, but that’s not important to this story. Instead of the oldies-love-child (me) and the classic-rock-die-hard (Mr. Jam) fighting over the radio controls as per usual, I dug through his insanely old and lulzy collection of CDs and found this delicious gem:

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The most amazing track list you could ever hope for:

“Mr. Jones” - Counting Crows
“Hey Jealousy” - Gin Blossoms
“Sex and Candy” - Marcy Playground
“Breakfast at Tiffany’s” - Deep Blue Something
“Runaway Train” - Soul Asylum
“All I Want” - Toad the Wet Sprocket
“Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong” - Spin Doctors
“Brick” - Ben Folds Five
“Everything Falls Apart” - Dog’s Eye View
“Lump” - The Presidents of the United States of America
“Freshmen” - The Verve Pipe
“No Rain” - Blind Melon
“Pets” - Porno for Pyros
“Pepper” - Butthole Surfers
“Steal My Sunshine” - LEN
“Fade into You” - Mazzy Star
“Mother Mother” - Tracy Bonham
“Save Tonight” - Eagle-Eye Cherry

We’re so not music snobs, but if there’s one type of music we can agree on, it’s ’90s EVERYTHING. We swooned and jammed and sang and reminisced over every single song on this CD. And for us, musical agreement on this extreme level is quite an amazing feat.

I always knew I was a child of the ’90s (albeit a product of the ’80s): I donned Nike warm-ups at school. I wore out a pair of Airwalks and owned a coveted black and white polka-dot pair of Dr. Martens. I had a space-bubble watch. I lived my life through VH1 countdowns and the Empire Records soundtrack. I was more grunge loving than my parents would have liked. I actually envied the girls who shaved the underside of their hair, their rebellion visible when wearing a ponytail.

And I sort of knew Mr. Jam was a child of the ’90s, too, because he took me to a Gin Blossoms concert when we first started dating. (Which was stellar, although they played “Hey Jealousy” multiple times in the same show. The crowd started to throw things.) But this CD cemented our mutual generational love in a way I can’t even describe.

Viva la ’90s.

And then we forgot about it…until last night.

In a fit of sleeplessness, I woke up in the middle of the night to hear not one, but three Alanis Morissette songs in a row on my Pandora Radio. The power of three. Alanis. Nineties. All of a sudden, it clicked in a very wedding-y way.

We must have a ’90s-infused wedding or bust! Imagine dancing around to “One Headlight” by the Wallflowers, Third Eye Blind everything, “You Get What You Give” by the New Radicals. And Lisa Loeb and the Cranberries and the Goo Goo Dolls and the women of Lilith Fair, including, of course, the lady who started this idea in my head: my beloved Alanis.

If guests don’t like it, they can go back and cry in their hotel rooms while the Jams dance like air-guitar-and-microphone-holding maniacs, laughing and making memories, singing every single memorized word.

What about you guys? Anybody else have a musical theme? Or are you doing a little bit of everything to appease the many guests? Let’s chat MUSICA.