I Got Green and I Got Blues

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I know at least one person (Tom Huster) who can say Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley performed at his wedding, a distinction I do not share. However, my husband and I might be the only couple in the world whose wedding featured a live performance of "Goddamn Lonely Love" arranged for solo trumpet by a professional jazz musician.

Josh and I got married in 2020 after a very utilitarian proposal. I had been married briefly before, and when I met Josh, I had no interest in marrying again. But after six years together, I was laid off, I needed health insurance, and the New York City department of domestic partnerships was deemed nonessential and shut down during COVID. So between Christmas and New Year’s, we had a little backyard ceremony officiated by Josh’s sister; I wore a flannel shirt. (My mom still texts me photos of people wearing buffalo plaid and says "looks like they are getting married today!")

If "Outfit" and "Decoration Day" weren’t enough of a clue, "Goddamn Lonely Love" announced the arrival of a songwriter wise beyond his years, with a lived-in wit and an older man’s worry. 

Four years after getting married, we celebrated with friends and family at an epic three-day party on Pensacola Beach. Somewhere during the planning, Josh decided the party needed a talent show, which could have been a disaster or a triumph — and, I'm happy to say, it was a triumph!

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“We Will Never Wake You Up in the Morning” sounds more like a lullaby than a condemnation.

Mundane MayhemNancy Einhart

The evening kicked off with Josh performing "The Human Blockhead" — aka hammering 4-inch nails into his nose to a horrified crowd — and ended with my mom leading a singalong to "No Time at All" from Pippin.