The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
At some point, towards the latter half of the Summer of 1996, I helped my Dad spin records at my cousin Cindy’s wedding. It was her second wedding and as chance would have it, I had helped my Dad spin records at her first wedding years before when I was a wee lad. This time though, I had learned to appreciate what crappy music people sometimes want to hear. This time I had to play “Macarena”, an annoying dance song from that year, about six or seven thousand times.
The wedding was nice and it was good to see all the family. It was pretty informal and everyone seemed to have a good time. If I remember correctly, a couple of the guys, my father among them, had a little too much of a good time and stayed drinking for a while longer than anyone else. I remember my mother being a bit pissed off about it. The wedding was at Cindy’s house or someone’s house and she was perturbed that the guys were imposing themselves on the new bride and groom.
I don’t know. Nobody was severely ticked off. It’s just a little something I remember.
Dad had me play a song from Brand X’s demo, “3 O’Clock and Sleeping”, and people danced to it. I think Andy was both excited and weirded out when I told him that later. I think Dad might have also forced me to play one of my songs, both of which sucked and were not appropriate for a wedding. I don’t remember if I bent to him on that one.
All in all, it was a nice way to spend a hot afternoon with the family.