you'll never make it in showbiz.
r

Let me guess. You forgot to take pictures?

As save the day Eli theorized, you may have recorded that CD in a newer format non-conducive to pre-century C-burning boom-boxes.
(I always wanted to write a sentence with four hyphenated word-phrases)
Eli knew that the truck CD unit I was forced to buy due to the original burning up a couple years ago would work. He said to me afterwards, something like "how do the old people usually do stuff? I'm the designated photographer, designated audio consultant... I'm surprised nobody asked me to get up and help with the ceremony."
Our Aunt Mary did a wonderful job at that though. The whole thing actually came off very well even if with a sho't delay. The reception at Rog's was great too.
Can't believe the royals had to have their wedding on the same day.

Myself... I have pictures... I have pictures of YOU!

Congratulations Kelly and Brandon!!!

I gnow Cyril, I gnow.

Trig, it sickens me that those upstarts at Westminster Abby impinged on Brandon and Kelly's big day. And thank God for Eli.

Niece flower-girl has my heart.. has for a long while. These are pics taken by Eli, right?
This was a huge thing for our family today. The importance.. significance is still sinking in. After years of dysfunction we are showing signs of... function. When Kelly's voice quavered a bit, and she teared up during vows, I did too. Damnet!

royals!
*snorting*
royal scene stealers, more like!

It looks like it was a beautiful day.

Best wishes to the young couple.

(I didn't know people got married on Fridays)

@larry, is that a headache you're wearing?

Ahhhh...how lovely! Cheers to the happy couple!

Function, dysfuntion, every family has a little of both. I wish I'd been closer to the proceedings. Leepin, you look smashing in that bearskin hat! Indelible; Kelly and Brandon thank you (if they were sitting here) for the best wishes and congratulations. I have a good feeling about those two. Cyril, what is it about those inbred European nobility anyway? Didn't we have a revolution to, like, sever our links to that nonsense?

Sparking, they're gonna do well I think.

And Trig, yeah, these are the pics Eli took with my camera, he got a lot of good shots. I can't believe the first plan was for me to do sound and photography both. hahahahaha!

mazel tov.r

I have some great shots on my camera too.. going to try to post tomorrow afternoon after work before V gets here. Problem being, even in puke and post mode, it'll take me a couple of hours to put something together and I may not have the time. I no longer, it seems, have enough slack-spare time. *scratching skull* This might be a good thing though.

Congrats to the beautiful couple. "Cue up Pachelbel's "Canon in D."
...Sweet.

Maybe later some ZZ top?

ONL: Sláinte! Is that an appropriate response to mazel tov? i'm always about the multiculturalism. :P

IQ, 'til you said that I hadn't thought about the weirdness of Pachelbel blaring from a work truck. That explains the puzzled expressions on the faces of all the joggers and dog-walkers passing by. Trig's stereo volume goes up to 50 and I had it set on 43 or so. If he didn't need new speakers before the wedding he does now. And yes, that flower girl, my great-niece by Kelly's sister, is too charming for words. We all love her dearly.

Trig, the not-having-spare-time is a good thing, methinks. Scarlett, over at Roger's we were jamming on Merle Haggard and Bonnie Raitt and Waylon Jennings and Gillian Welch and Johnny Cash and the Detroit Cobras and Chris Ledoux and Ronnie Hawkins and...

Oh I see, a little more country-fried than southern-fried ...
still, it's finger-pickin' good.

...and Jason And The Scorchers and Sleepy LaBeef and Hank III and...

When E was in second or third grade, he played harp. We had a school issued harp in our house. The song that they learned to play first was Pachelbell's thing in D. They performed it at the the pre-Christmas gala and I was fortunate to witness. My hat still off to Mr. Bateman the teacher.
Years later, we learned it on guitar, me playing the arpeggio chords, him playing the solo. Bet we could still pull it off.

Sleep is over rated but get some! I'm going to bed. Be there at 8.

Yay! This was the cooler wedding. Pachelbel from a truck speakers no less.

Scarlett, you can't separate country-fried from southern-fried, or from rock and roll-fried for that matter. It's all of a piece.

Trig, Pachelbel's *thing*, a.ka. Canon in D, is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever composed. There are some mediocre versions of it but if you find one of the good ones (I recommend the Paillard Chamber Orchestra) it will put a tear in your eye every time you seriously listen to it. I'm not sure why.

8:30 works for me.

Zuma, I missed the other event! Even not having seen it I think this one was more beautiful.

Scarlett, here's one of the songs from Roger's joint, this one by Mojo Nixon:

When I look out into your eyes out there, when I look out into your faces,
You know what I see?
I see a little bit of Elvis in each and every one of you out there.
Let me tell ya,
Weeeeeeeeeellllllll

Elvis is everywhere, Elvis is everything,
Elvis is everybody, Elvis is still the king.
Man oh man,
What I want you to see,
Is that the big E's inside of you and me.

Elvis is everywhere, man, He's in everything,
He's in everybody. Elvis is in your jeans.
He's in your cheeseburgers!
Elvis is in Nutty Buddies!
Elvis is in your mom!
He's in everybody!
He's in the young, the old, the fat, the skinny,
The white, the black, the brown and the blue
People got Elvis in 'em too.

Elvis is in everybody out there.
Everybody's got Elvis in 'em.
Everybody except one person, that is;
Yeah, one person.
The evil opposite of Elvis.
The Anti-Elvis.
Anti-Elvis got no Elvis in 'em, let me tell ya!
Donald Trump has no Elvis in him!
Yeah, and Elvis is in Joan Rivers,
But he's tryin' to get out, man, he's tryin' to get out!
Listen up, Joanie Baby!

Elvis is everywhere, Elvis is everything,
Elvis is everybody, Elvis is still the king.
Man oh man,
What I want you to see,
Is that the big E's inside of you and me.

Man, there's a lot of unexplained phenomenon out there in the world
Lot of things people say, "What the heck's going on?"
Let me tell ya:

Who built the pyramids? ELVIS!
Who built Stonehenge? ELVIS!

Yeah, man you see guys walkin' down the street,
Pushin' shopping carts, and you think they're talking to Allah
Or talking to themselves?
Man, no they're talking to ELVIS! ELVIS! ELVIS!

You know what's going on in that Bermuda Triangle?
Down in the Bermuda Triangle:
Elvis needs boats! Elvis needs boats!
Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis
Elvis needs boats
Aahh. The Sailing Elvis.
Captain Elvis.
Commodore Elvis it is.

Yeah man, you know people from outer space?
People from outer space they come up to me,
They don't look like Doctor Spock!
They don't look like Klingons, all that Star Trek jive!
They look like Elvis! ELVIS!
Everybody in outer space looks like Elvis,
'Cause Elvis is a perfect being!
We're all moving in perfect peace and harmony towards Elvisness.

Soon all will become Elvis.
Everything, everywhere will be Elvis.
Why do you think they call it evolution anyway?
It's really Elvislution! Elvislution!

Elvis is everywhere, Elvis is everything,
Elvis is everybody, Elvis is still the king.
Man oh man,
What I want you to see,
Is that the big E's inside of you and me.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the time has come!
Time has come to talk to that little bit of Elvis inside of ya.
Talk to it! Call it up!
Say, "Elvis, heal me! Save me, Elvis!
Make me be born again in the perfect Elvis light."

That's right, you got that Elvis inside of ya
And he's talkin' to ya!
He says he wants you to sing!
Everybody gotta sing like the King.
Uh huh huh. Uh huh huh.
Like the King. Uh huh huh.

Get that leg goin' now. Uh huh huh.
And get your lip too. Uh huh huh.
Not no fool Billy Idol lip either! Uh huh huh.
Everybody! Uh huh huh.

Yeah, we're rockin' now. Uh huh huh.
Elvis is with us. Uh huh huh.
He's with us and he's speakin' to us.
He says, "Peoples!" Uh huh huh.
He says, "Peoples!" Uh huh huh.
"Everybody!" Uh huh huh.
"Everybody gotta sing!"

Elvis is everywhere, Elvis is everything,
Elvis is everybody, Elvis is still the king.
Man oh man,
What I want you to see,
Is that the big E's inside of you and me.

Elvis is everywhere, Elvis is everything,
Elvis is everybody, Elvis is still the king.
Man oh man,
What I want you to see,
Is that the big E's inside of you and me.

at least they didn't ask you to dance. ;

congrats to the kiddies. why does everyone look so damn young? pfffft.

nanananananana!!!! was the canon your choice? if so, i officially adore you. Johann Pachelbel, is one of the most underrated composers...

functional families on the other hand...overrated.

I always thought it would be romantic to walk down the aisle to Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love."

Why didn't you just improvise, grab a mic and sing Ave Maria, a cappella. (Or would that not have been the best memory for them to begin their married life with?) On the other hand, Pachelbel's Canon is definitely worth the wait. They look as much like royalty as that other couple who got married today.

nice pictures, congrats to all!

Candace, if you're including me in that "young" category then bless you, you beautiful thing. You should have seen how incorrigible that boombox was!

LORIANNNNNNE! I didn't choose Canon in D (D minor, by the way, which is the only Pachelbel's canon worth messing with), I think Brandon did. He knows a lot about good music for someone his age. I do recall in college getting laid or nearly so for including the same song on a mix tape with some Lena Lovich.

>:-)...

Margaret, I think we're soul mates. I've always wanted to marry to Led Zeppelin, perhaps "You Shook Me", and then divorce to something by Blondie or The Ramones and then stipulate that they play a selection by Tom Petty or Elvis Costello or Timbuk3 at my funeral. Obviously, I should have died in the '80s. What the hell am I still doing here alive in 2011??? Please accept my apologies for the tardiness of my haggis shipment but I was waaay premature on that ETA. :(

Kathy, I will pass on your congrats to the happy couple. Probably I need to put a link to this post on Facebook, which is where people from my family might see it.

Upon reflection, "You Shook Me" wouldn't be the right song for my hypothetical wedding. As much as I love it, it's more a blues tune than a Led Zeppelin tune. I'm thinking something along the lines of a medley of "Dazed and Confused" and "Immigrant Song" and Black Sabbath's "Children of the Grave."

Best divorce song (acrimonious of course): Bigmouth Strikes Again by the Smiths.

Best funeral song: My Way by Sid Vicious.

Dang, all this bs technology.....nice pictures though!

Listening to The Smiths song now. It's acrimonious but is it acrimonious enough? I've never had a divorce but if I did I like to think I'd be at least as bitter as the dude in "Gold Dust Woman" by Fleetwood Mac. Sure it's '70s music but the '70s was a properly cynical decade. Regarding "My Way" well, that was pretty much Sid's swan song wasn't it? He owns it. Here's one of mine:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TtVbTZNB28

They categorize us into three basic types by which of the Three Stooges we most closely resemble.

Sheila, technology gets in the way!

Oh wow, I was wrong. The lyrics to Bigmouth Strikes Again are more acrimonious than the song sounds:

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head

Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed


And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
Oh ...


Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race


Oh, bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race


And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her hearing aid started to melt


Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
Oh ...


Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
Oh ...


Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
Oh ...


Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
Oh ...

Yikes!

The postmodern era does acrimony very well too:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBOpk33VlSg

Pessimist? Moi? I am always optimistic. Just now, I hoped there might be another beer left and sure enough there was! Good things can happen, I do believe that, even though if I had to give an accounting of all the relationships I've ever witnessed or taken part in...

But that was a rhetorical question, wasn't it? I often experience difficulty telling those from the other kinds. :P

Ah. That may come from your particular educational background and profession, and perhaps from the natural state of one who used to include "inquisitive" in her screen name. It is a similar approach to that taken by law enforcement officials. I commend you for your perspicacity. ;)

For the price Kim was quoting I'd be a fool not to buy it!

Ya, I know, it's one big Gumbo. This looked like a fun thread. I got called away ... (phone call from kid). Thanks for the Elvislution song.

Great lyrics. Elvis is mythical like Christ and lives in all of us. I guess the difference being we know for sure Elvis really existed. Elvis is in my jeans? Cool. Long live King Creole.

For some reason I am thinking that the moment Pachelbel began to play, all else fell away except the music and the lovely bride.

Weddings are just so ... hopefilled, whether the couple is rich and famous or young and starry-eyed or old and wise.

And music is the bane of outdoor weddings. More can go wrong with music than with all the rest of it put together. Although, now that I think about it, the disaster at my own wedding was that the best man, a KU middle lineman, couldn't pull his borrowed pants up past his knees.

What a cool family you all have.

As long as 'BABY GOT BACK' played, everything else is pure gravy!! ~TEARS~

:D

I can finally see words on the screen after 10 hours of sleep.
NOW this is a wedding I would have loved to attend.
rated with hugs

Lovely little one and the bride and groom, fabulous. Glad you shared family fun with us.

REDNECK SOUND SYSTEM!

very sweet :)

You sent them off in style! Good Uncle there. Not that that is a surprise nanetehay.

So, do you hire out? I mean you almost make me think it would be fun to get married...almost.

Congratulations to the new couple, they look so happy!!

"I do recall in college getting laid or nearly so ..."

nearly laid?

Congratulations to the newlyweds!

Nana, don't you have an IPod and a jack ? Cute post, cute kids. They look so young...

A smashing couple and a lovely flower girl. Despite all the mishaps at your niece's wedding at least the maid of honor didn't wear white (like dems other Royals). I wish them lots of health and happiness. R

rita: that's what i said. and nana thought i was talking about him. pfffft. check the color of his hair in that pic where he's looking intently the boombox.

or "at" the boombox. sheesh.

hair? you saw hair in that pic? ...I must need new glasses ;)

Beautiful people - even the tech-geezer at the top got all dressed up ( put on long pants ;-)

The girl's mom & I got married to John Martyn's Bless the Weather - I still love that song.

Yay! :)

-R-

revolutions may be reversed. look at washington.

REVERSE REVOLUTION NOW!

I'm listening to John Martyn's Bless the Weather; very very nice, and I wonder why I'm not acquainted with it.
It saddens me that certain people took the low road about my hair, and here I was all excited that someone said *everybody* in the pictures looked so young. I don't have much hair left so I ordinarily just keep it buzzed off; in the photo it's been growing for a month or so and I think tomorrow is time to shave it again.
Regarding the "nearly laid" thing, it's important to keep in mind that in between the states of getting laid and not getting laid there is a continuum of conditions, a sliding scale where zero is abstinence and ten is, to borrow a term from Tink, "sexy good time."

oh, nana.
at my daughter's wedding, i brought the cd player, the batteries, and the mix cd, cued them up and got to see the wedding. it was held in an old church with no electricity.
i applaud your ingenuity in figuring out a way to play pachabel's canon in d.

So you've been in a similar position, but in your case the boombox worked? Nice! I'm just glad we eventually got it sorted out and there was music. If they'd had to hold the ceremonies without the songs I'd have been truly mortified.

yep, music worked. i failed to mention that i had forgotten the hymnals (stored in the "new" church in town) and had to drive about 3 miles each way over hell-for-leather bad country roads to fetch them. so our wedding started about 10 minutes late, and i was flustered. but - hey - weddings are like that. you do what you have to do.

Yeah, I guess a wedding without some sort of difficulty is almost unheard of. All things considered it went off well.