I laughed out loud the first time I heard this, because it didn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense. It still doesn’t, but I like it anyway.
My first reaction is “why should I care? I’m not going to be there.” But then, funerals are for the living. So, a song or two for the living.
It’s hard to think of what would be played at an event that will never happen. The chance of my going water skiing on Mars is much higher than the likelihood of getting hitched.
But if the impossible happened, this is the first dance.
Then after that we move on to the polkas, because it’s against the law for a SOG (South Omaha Girl) to get married without at least one polka at the reception.
A song that’s not too sad, and doesn’t wallow in self-pity as much as other songs I could have chosen. It’s more a song to listen to when you’re working your way to snapping out of it, I suppose.
Not sure how much this differs from day 3 when the subject was a song that makes you happy, but no matter.
Anyway, this works for me.
Another difficult one for me. Anger and I do not get along. When people are angry at me, I feel depressed and tearful and withdraw. When I get angry, I feel the same, plus the added fun of feeling ready to throw up. The main difference is when I was a child, I denied feeling angry because “it was a sin.” Now, I go ahead and feel it, but wish I didn’t.
I don’t have a particular song I listen to when I’m angry. I just take whatever comes up on shuffle, only a lot louder. If I set out to have songs for anger, they’d probably include drum solos. So here’s 4 and a half minutes of drums and anger management with the late Buddy Rich (who supposedly had some anger management problems himself).
I’ve had a lot of favorite albums, off and on. Paul Simon’s Graceland is still one of my favorites. Here’s a song that doesn’t get heard quite as often as others on that album.
Now, this was one of my favorites when I started junior high school a million years ago: Chicago’s first album, back when they were Chicago Transit Authority and they were still a rocking jazz-influenced band instead of a purveyor of sappy love songs.
Yeah, I’m old. So?