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Where once I used to worship the prose and poetry of the likes of Shakespeare, Christina Rossetti and the Bronte sisters, those books have all been abandoned as I pursue a life in modernity. They lie dusty, forgotten, neglected.
And whose words do I fall over fervently now? Those of Coldplay and Snow Patrol and Nada Surf and Muse and The Killers and Lifehouse and Belle and Sebastian and U2….you get the drift. It’s not very intellectual but hey, nobody can say that these wordsmiths are not accessible. I could go all high-brow and say I listen to Bob Dylan or Bruce Springsteen but I’m just not that kind of girl. Sorry. What really rocks my boat nowadays are emotive lyrics that make me put a song on repeat mode.
Like Coldplay’s “‘Til Kingdom Comes”:
Steal my heart and hold my tongue.
I feel my time, my time has come.
Let me in, unlock the door.
I’ve never felt this way before.
Sooo….it’s not Pulitzer Prize material. It doesn’t move mountains but it can certainly move me to tears. Alright, so I am a product of the popular culture. I love Martha Stewart Weddings magazine! And Sex and the City! And Nylon!
By the way, curating music for the wedding is really quite a bitch. Plowing through 22GB of music (that’s 12 days of non-stop hits for you) is not easy task and that’s not including his stash, which is probably double of mine. So many songs, too little time. My initial playlist could last me through three weddings, seriously. In the end, I decided to be hardhearted and CUT the list. Ouch. That really hurt.
But the one thing I have learned from this task is that you choose what you want to hear at the wedding and not what you think others would want to listen to. Heck, it’s my wedding, I’ll listen to The Cure if I want to.
I mean, it’s our wedding and we’ll listen to The Cure if we want to. We, ours, we, ours. I have got to remember that. The thought of sharing my ensuite bathroom and wardrobe and bed is just…..too much to bear. But I do love you much much, dearie!