Over the past few months, Lindsey and I have visited four bridal shows. For those who haven’t attended a bridal show before, they are extremely useful if you are planning your own wedding. As you walk around, you make contacts with a variety of vendors for a variety of services. There are also many, many prizes and gifts to be won. A few of these prizes are awarded by the show host during a bridal fashion show. However, to win, you must be present to hear your name called out. With this in mind, allow me to tell you a story that, if you enjoy Depeche Mode, will deeply upset you as it has deeply upset us.
As we sit in this large convention center room near the tail end of the bridal fashion show, I begin to hear the introductory beats of Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus”. “Finally,” I exclaim internally, “some music I can really enjoy!” Alas, it was not to be. Where I expected to hear Dave Gahan’s dulcet tones informing me of my own Personal Jesus, I was instead exposed to Hilary Duff’s wail. Imagine my distress and anguish! To top it off, where she did attempt to follow Dave’s lyrics, she failed miserably! For example, while Dave entreats the listener to “Reach out and touch faith”, Hilary requests something altogether more risque with her posed question of “Reach out and touch me.”
Dave Gahan must be rolling in his grave.
What? Oh. I must have been thinking about Michael Hutchence. Well, after what the rest of INXS did with VH1 and that reality contest show to replace him, I’m sure Michael is rolling in his grave anyway.
For all of you masochists out there, here’s a link to Project Playlist with the search string set.
-Because I said so