For me, the band is a hugely important part of the ceremony. I love to dance and I wanted one that would keep the party going all night long. The Fiance wanted a DJ, so we compromised and are having a band play during dinner (soft music) and after dinner (dancing) for about three hours. Then we're going to head from the tent, where dinner will be served and one dance floor will be set up with the band, back into the main building of our venue with another dance floor and a DJ for late night dancing and snacks.
I had heard a band in Chicago about five years ago that I was in love with. They played fantastic motown with some current mixed in, and I wanted a group that could hit on a little bit of everything. I e-mailed the contact shortly after Fiance popped the question to check availability and see if I could, by chance, catch a show while I was in town. (I spent Labor Day weekend in Chicago with the fam.) Luckily they were available, and the contact gave me a time and place on Friday night that I could covertly drop in.
Not one to put all my eggs in one basket, I also did some research and stumbled on another band that seemed promising and put The Fiance in charge of connecting with them. He, too, found out that they were available and got the "OK" to see them play over Labor Day.
We went to the first band's venue on Friday night prepared to pop in and catch a few songs. What we didn't anticipate was a group of guests blocking the door. As if we didn't look suspicious enough, we decided to sneak around to a side door. I could hear music coming from the floor above me, and thought, "Wow, they sound exactly like Katy Perry. This is promising." So I made my way through undetected (ish) but my parents were stopped by a strangely attentive guest—we're still pondering whether he was guarding the door. Anyway, when I got to the actual ballroom, expecting to see a 12-piece band dancing it out, I was greeted by a DJ actually playing Katy Perry. And no band. Anywhere. (Which made my parents seem even more crazy as I returned to them explaining to their captor that their daughter was here with permission from the band . . .) We left disappointed and pretty much crossed said band off our list. If he can't keep his performances straight, I didn't want to have to worry about an unpredictable band traveling to Wisconsin.
Sunday night we all piled in the car (my parents, brother, and sister-in-law . . . Fiance was at a bachelor party) and drove out to what we thought was a hotel opening party—per band two's instructions. When we arrived I asked the front desk where the celebration was in honor of its opening, and he blankly looked at me and replied that the hotel had been open for three years. He did mention that there was a wedding in the Grand Ballroom that had a band, so I took my chances. Not prepared to crash a wedding, none of us were dressed quite appropriately, and as we walked down the hallway toward the ballroom we also realized that it was an Orthodox Jewish wedding. And we did not fit in.
Luckily we were able to sneak in the back door and catch a enough songs to be totally convinced that this was the band for my wedding. I took a few videos for The Fiance and he was sold as well. We called on Monday to book, and hopefully that's one more thing to check off the list.
Next up in the music world: our playlist. Do you have any musts or must-nots that you recommend?