The Eighties and Amy

Last night, I went with some girlfriends to see the contemporary Christian
music legend, Amy Grant. She's on a 20th anniversary tour performing her old
gospel tunes. It honestly feels like yesterday when I listened to her tapes
on my bright yellow walkman in my room and performed my own concert, clad in
flourescent pink spandex, bangs spiked to the heavens, in front of the
mirror. The show was filled with eighties music, eighties dance moves, and
lots of older white people who struggled to clap on the downbeat. At one
point, my friends and I got busted by an old lady for standing during the
show. Standing.

I haven't listened to any Amy Grant tunes in years. But, I found that I
still knew all the words to her songs. I was transported back to time when I
would stay up late reading Nancy Drew books and dream about what I would be
when I grew up. This music is so old, my friend, Amy, brought old vinyl
records for Amy to sign.

The best part of the night was that several of us got to go backstage and
take pictures with Amy (notice the casual first name reference...... we're
totally friends, now.) She had a line of 75 people and still too time to talk to us...I'll not divulge details, but let's just say having kids has also messed with her pelvic floor. We had that in common....