I played a wedding at a nearby parish. I was requested to play this song as a prelude for the singer to render. The lyrics did not give me confidence. A sample:
Oh, come on girl,
Who cares if we’re trashed
got a pocketful of cash we can blow …
There’s more, but that was about the worst of it.
The singer, thank goodness, also objected and without consulting the couple, we performed the equivalent of a reverse lobotomy on the text of Bruno Mars.
Okay. I get that in the soundtrack of life, some songs get imprinted on the spirits of people in love. My wife remembers the first song we danced to, for example. I don’t. I trust her memory on that point. But there’s more to a meaningful song than the connection of time, a beat, and an association with love, even young love.
And these lyrics, I suppose my generation isn’t one to offer better alternatives (“Hooked on a Feeling” or “Let’s Spend the Night Together”). But for a Wedding Mass prelude? Eep.
Otherwise, the wedding was pretty decent in terms of music, if you like chestnuts. (Panis Angelicus, Malotte Lord’s Prayer for prelude, and Jesu Joy.)