Sunday, February 7, 2010


Dibs on having this as my wedding song. I've done it here, in front of the world wide interwebs. One of my friends had never heard of it. So I started singing it to her in my best Uncle Jesse voice.... and I drew a blank. I got through the first line(which is tender enough) but that just wouldn't cut it. A song with so much feeling needed to be heard uninterrupted. A young gentleman then proceeded to look up the video on YouTube (on his phone) so that as many of us as could crowd around would be able to enjoy it in all its splendor. Feast upon this tenderness:

I mean look at him shrugging his little shoulders to the beat of that song while he wails on that piano.

This WILL be my wedding song. And I will just die. Only my dress will not be nearly as awesome as Aunt Becky's. And I will use the version recorded by the Beach Boys in 1970 because Jesse and the Rippers will have no place at my reception what with their tight pants and mullets and frizzy haired bimbo groupies. Although I'm sure John Stamos would be honored to grace me with his presence.

1 comment:

  1. i was just about to blog about this! i will. still.