Highlight of the wedding -- for me, at least -- was when Nichole and Justin chose "In Spite of Ourselves" by Iris Dement and John Prine for their first dance. Here's the official video:
I'd never heard it before, but I want to learn that song.
And there's amateur footage of the first wedding dance here. It may lack some of the crisp professionalism of the official video, but some moments just cry out to be recorded.
After the bridal couple danced, it was the kids' turn. Lots of kids. Too many kids to keep up with. Moving way too fast to shoot. A couple of pix are posted below, tho' ... note the Christmas lights in the background through the windows. Moments like this cry out to be recorded, however inexpertly.
Iris DeMent has been around for at least 25 years, but I know her mostly for her 2004 CD Lifeline, a gospel album that featured old-fashioned Southern gospel songs she knew from growing up in a Pentecostalist family. Her performance of "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" brought her briefly into the national limelight, when it was picked up in the Coen Brothers' movie O Brother Where Art Thou" in 2000, but mostly she's had a low-key -- but solid -- career in the market niche where alt.country, gospel, folk and Americana intersect.
Singer-songwriter John Prine has also been around forever. His 1971 song "Paradise," about the Peabody Energy Corp. strip mines servicing the TVA's Paradise Steam Plant in western Kentucky was kind of an anthem for environmentalists in East Tennessee. (Yes, there were a few of us.)
And their duet in "In Spite of Ourselves" is pure magic.
Lyrics and chords in C available online at http://www.cowboylyrics.com/tabs/prine-john/in-spite-of-ourselves-2715.html. Looks like they'd transpose up to D in a heartbeat.
And the lyrics are sheer magic, too. A quick sampler (toned down a little):
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done /
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen ...
And so on. Describing what's got to be an ideal couple, well, ideal in that alt.country market niche.
Each verse ending with a chorus, repeated at the end. "There won't be nothin' but big old hearts /
Dancin' in our eyes." Yep. It left big old hearts dancing in my alt.country eyes.
"Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County? ...
But I lost track of him when I moved up north more than 30 years ago. Turned out he's had an equally solid career in the same alt.country niche market as Iris DeMent.
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking,
Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away." She looks down her nose at money /
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny ...
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
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