Well no, not exactly – but that’s what it felt like.
One of the perks of my radio job is that every so often I get to interview a bona fide celebrity. . . Alan Alda, Steve Allen, Bob Newheart, Teri Garr, Gene Hackman, etc. Most of the time, I wait until such an interview is safely in the can before breathing a word of it to anyone. (Because stuff happens.) But when an interview with Amy Grant was on my calendar, I couldn’t resist the urge to tell my family about it. I even subjected them to my favorite game- 20 Questions- knowing that they would be really excited at the final answer.
And then Poof- Amy Grant cancelled that day’s entire slate of interviews, including mine. . . but the guy who booked it for me gave me the name of her direct publicist at Random House, and encouraged me to book a new interview with her. And I have done so – but the process has been rather glacial thus far. The booker will ask me for my available hours on a particular date. . . and then the next day ask about a different date . . .and so on. But this morning, I was given a new date and time for an actual interview. . . Friday, November 9th, 9:30 central. And for thirty minutes! ! ! It is so odd to have a big, exciting possibility in the future – but with all kinds of question marks attached to it which keep me from being completely excited about it. But my fingers and toes are crossed that Amy Grant will find time in her busy schedule for a guy from a little station just south of Milwaukee who bought her first six albums and practically memorized every measure of every song on them – and who has been devouring her new book (“Mosaic”) on his sickbed.
May her appointment calendar on 11/9 remain open and clear so this little chat can occur . . . and then both of us can get on with our lives.