We’ve written about the myriad of songs that we won’t have played at our wedding reception (see here and here).

I’m compiling the list of songs we do want to be played to send to the DJ, so now we’d like your input on what you would like to hear. Please post your suggestions in the comments section.

(The following people’s taste in music is so poor, however, that their input, while appreciated, will not be necessary: Fat Ben, Matt H., Keith, Liam, John H. The Fifth, James H., and Margaret. Magnus, you’re encouraged to make as many suggestions as you want. And, Pam N., we would like to have that song played too, but decorum prevents it.)

At Margaret’s shower, among other things, the yet-to-be-profiled Heidi gave Margaret two CDs:

• Feel Like Makin’ Love: Romantic Power Ballads
• Love Bites: More Romantic Power Ballads

The gift was perfect; Margaret loves the CDs. And now I’ve added all of the tracks on them to our do-not-play list (read this post to see what other songs you won’t be hearing).

Some highlights:

• “Feel Like Making Love“—Bad Company
• “Amanda“—Boston (This song is one of the rare bad things to come out of Boston.)
• “Is This Love“—Whitesnake (Ok, I lied, there will be no restriction on playing Whitesnake.)
• “Two Out Of Three Ain’t Bad“–Meat Loaf (What, Meat Loaf made this compilation? I’m shocked.)
• “Fire And Ice“—Pat Benatar (Fire and Ice the grill, however, is always welcome.)
• “Total Eclipse Of The Heart“—Bonnie Tyler (When Margaret first heard this song on the CD, she exclaimed, “Oh! I love this song!” Not coincidently, it’s also on Mullets Rock Too! : Mullets In Love. Which I think Margaret also owns.)
• “Lady“—Styx (I rank this gem as one of the worst songs of all time.)

This post will be the first and last one that quotes People magazine (I didn’t even realize it had text):

Guests at a private wedding at Florentine Gardens in River Vale, NJ, got a big treat recently: An impromptu (and YouTube worthy) performance by Bruce Springsteen. The Boss, a friend of the couple, jumped up on stage with Hank Lane Music—yes, the wedding band—strapped on a guitar and performed his song “If I Should Fall Behind.” He then stayed up to join in for the Chuck Berry classic “C’Est La Vie,” trading solos with the band’s saxophonist and keyboardist. After his star turn onstage, Springsteen and his wife hit the dancefloor together.

Um…do any of you know Bruce?

(via Backstreets)

*not scheduled to attend

After last night’s Soprano’s episode, there is a 100-percent chance that we’ll play Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” at our wedding reception. Of course it’s been on non-stop since we got back from watching the show—and having gabagool—at Dan S.’s. (In Margaret’s defense, she’s been in New Orleans while I’ve been rocking out to Steve Perry and friends.)

And, just to further tie in the song with our wedding, the picture of us that used to (like the phoenix rose again and) adorns the top of the sidebar was taken at a Journey concert.

Having been scouting DJs for our wedding reception, we’ve been thinking about what songs we want to hear. Having just gotten married hisself, Jamie reminded me that there’ll be some songs we won’t want to hear.

Here’s what we have so far for the do-not-play list we’re going to give to the wedding DJ:

• “Chicken Dance” (sorry Wanker)
• Anything Graham requests (sorry G, your reputation precedes you)
• “The Hokie Pokie” (the insinuation that “that’s what’s it’s all about” offends my post-9/11 sensibilities)
• “The Macarena” (sorry Yankee fans)
• “Celebration” (we want to level set your expectations: our reception will not “last throughout the years”; it will last for one night—so drink up)
• “We Are Family” (some of us are, but some of us aren’t; we don’t want to offend)
• “Electric Boogie” (aka “The Electric Slide”) (sure “it’s electric,” but it also stinks)
• “Love Shack” (sorry Tex)
• “Last Dance” (I don’t know this song, but if Cortney and Jamie were too good for it, so are we)
• “That’s What Friends Are For” (sorry Rock Hudson)
• “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” (sorry Margaret)
• Anything by Bruce Springsteen (as if—I figured it was easier to mention it here than let one of you jokers suggest it in the comments)

Got suggestions? Post ‘em in the comments.