WeddingsAttending a wedding is like being handed a licence to act like a twat. Oh how I laughed when I sobered up and realised I'd nicked most of the plates and cutlery from the posh hotel lunch and those vague memories of stealthily exiting like a cat-burglar had in-fact involved falling out of the hotel, knives and forks clattering onto the steps.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Available for weddings, bar mitzvahs and funeralsI play the organ at our local church.
One day our churchwarden got phoned up by the bride's mother who had, finally, decided on the music they wanted. "On the way out, we'd like No. 5."
Er... we could do with a bit more information than that. Is that the Toccata from Widor's Symphony No. 5? "No, we just want No. 5!" Bride's mother gets quite irate and couldn't understand why we couldn't just give her No. 5.
Turns out the spackwit had bought a CD of "Fifteen Favourite Wedding Pieces for Organ" and wanted me to play the piece on track five. She genuinely didn't understand that there were more than 15 pieces of music for organ.
I've never played anyone in to "Here Come the Clowns", which is a favourite organists' trick, but I did slip a few bars of the Addams Family theme in at a particularly horrendous wedding once.
P.S. to anyone choosing their wedding hymns. "Morning has Broken" - yes it did, about six hours ago. It's now three in the afternoon, you dozy arses.
(, Sun 17 Jul 2005, 20:14, Reply)
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