This song takes four highlights from my long, embarrassing, history of carrying torches, and tells the true stories of how each torch went out. (Names have not been changed.) Although it may not seem like it, this song is for my wife.
Jodie Foster is the only celebrity crush I've contracted as an adult. It began more than ten years ago when I heard her interviewed by Terry Gross on Fresh Air. Talk about your NPR ear porn. Really, wouldn't she be the ultimate trophy wife? Beautiful, intelligent, successful, and famous. If I prefer my wife to Jodie Foster, well, that's saying something. That's real love.
This is my first song of 2010. Yay.