Once upon a time...
...when I was a really little kid, Amy Grant's "Every Heartbeat" was a big pop hit, and it was the first song in my life that I identified as one I liked and wanted to hear again. I got excited every time I happened to hear it (it was on the radio all the time, which was how I discovered it). I actually thought we had a tiny Amy Grant singing to us from inside the car radio and was extremely, privately puzzled as to how little Amy knew which car radio to get into before the moment when someone pressed "play" and she had to be ready to sing. I briefly theorized that maybe there were many little Amys, one in each car radio, but discarded this as highly insensible, since there's only one of each of us non-popstar types. The mystery seemed inscrutable, so I gave up on it and focused on what I did know, which was that I freaking LOVED that song.
And so, fifteen years passed. My mom bought me the cassette tape of Amy Grant's album Heart in Motion, I bought the CD to add to my new digital collection, I converted that collection to Winamp and my 30MB first-generation mp3 player, all those mp3s found their final resting place in iTunes and my beloved iPod, and somewhere in there I not only figured out how radios worked but became an mp3-blog aficionado who can cite self-consciously pretentious music tastes like the Arcade Fire and Antony & the Jonsons. But "Every Heartbeat" is still one of my favorite songs.
Now, I hate reality TV. I do. I've seen episodes or bits and pieces of many, ranging from the Apprentice to the Real World, Trading Spouses, Queer Eye, you name it, and I just can't get into them. It's not a deeply-held conviction, it's just... I like serialized fiction. I like to watch characters develop and relationships build. I like to get into it so much I start counting down the days of the week till I can continue watching the story. I like to finish an episode gasping, "Why didn't you KISS HIM!?" or "Oh my God, I can't wait to see how she gets out of this one" or "What the hell is your name if it's not Michael Vaughn?" You know, things like that. But Amy Grant is getting her own show. It's called "Three Wishes," and I guess she goes around... granting wishes. Or something. Anyway, I'm SO EXCITED. Seriously.
*skips off like the dork she is*