A band called The Fabulous Icons played at the wedding. My uncle Ben is the lead guitarist and singer, and my dad plays bass. They've had the band since they were in high school, with a number of different drummers, saxophonists, and visiting vocalists. They play gigs a few times a year. When I was a kid they used to practice in the basement, so I grew up listening to Mustang Sally, Nadine, Knock on Wood, Fever, Louie Louie, Midnight Hour, House of the Rising Sun, Walking the Dog, plus originals like I'm an Icon Again and Huevos Rancheros. The band is pretty good, and they just love playing.
I danced to song after song with aunts and uncles and cousins and friends of the family. I've danced beside these same faces to the Fabulous Icons on many other occasions. My aunt and her new husband were flushed and happy. We were laughing and clapping and hollering for more. I knew all the words and there was this wonderful sense of continuity and family and love. I elbowed my teenage cousin, who has his own band, and told him I would expect him to play at my wedding. He rolled his eyes and teased me back ("By the time you get married, our songs will be golden oldies") and then we clapped together for our dads when they finished the song and launched into their next hit.
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