Regina and I met via a telephone call back in January. She and her husband-to-be had decided on Hartman’s Herb Farm as the venue for their wedding and reception. You can see from the above photo of the bride and her dad, the country setting at Hartman’s is just perfect for a New England wedding. I’ve worked at Hartman’s many times and am gratified to know that the owners there will recommend me to couples who are still searching for their disc jockey. That conversation with the bride was so comfortable that within 5 minutes I think we both knew that we were going to be working together. Of course, that didn’t stop us from talking about her vision of the day, along with my general outlook on things, for the ensuing 90 minutes!
Preparation for the wedding could only be described as a DJ’s dream. The couple had very few demands, considered themselves rookies at such a large production, and were looking for someone who could lend some insight on how to make the day totally theirs. Knowing that their own taste in music would be considered a little outside of mainstream, they wanted me to orchestrate a large portion of the planning for the day. Once she realized that she and Greg could contribute their own ideas in music to be incorporated into dinner hour, Regina provided a good sized list of some songs and artists that were special to them and many of the friends that would be attending. I’m comfortable in saying that, based on the reaction of everyone, that become the most important component in putting the stamp on the night as being completely and totally unique. This night was truly “theirs.”
It’s not at all uncommon to get attached to the couple that you are working with. With these two, there was something really extraordinary about it. I couldn’t put my finger on it until I spent time with their families and friends. This was a very tight group — anyone could see that everyone who was there was SUPPOSED to be there. Her mom and dad were beaming all night. His mom was on the dance floor all night long. Brothers, cousins, extended families, close friends and “the gang” all exuded a warmth that was almost addictive. To me, there would be only one word to describe the night: