Jeremiah & John P...Oh so right! My Dad, who was a clergyman for 50 years, had some hilarious mother of the bride tales and strongly cautioned me, knowing my sarcasm, from tangling with them when I started playing weddings. These days I rarely do the wedding rehearsal and leave the booking to my duo mate, so I often don't meet the dreaded mother until immediately before the service, if at all.

One wedding last year stands out though. The MOTB was fearsomely difficult (I heard) up until the wedding day and then got so blind drunk she slept through the service. Touching, ain't it? I could actually hear her breathing from across the room. I think that was the same gig they thanked us for playing Chopin when it was Bach...were we really THAT bad? LOL.

Anyway, sometimes gigs pay pretty well in amusement alone.

Peace, Mooh.