When your emotions are already on edge, do not go to a wedding rehearsal and then listen to a lot of country music alone in your apartment. I mean, do go to the rehearsal, but skip the other part. After all, you still have to go to the wedding tomorrow, and you don’t want to show up all puffy-eyed like this before the thing even starts.

I happened to flip the TV to VH1′s 100 Greatest Artists of All Time at number 77, and I’m going to watch this sucker all the way to the end. I’m learning SO MUCH.

You think I’m joking, but I’m seriously clueless about music. I especially don’t know what different artists look like, which is why this show is so crazy and new to me. Most of what I know about music comes from reading about it in magazines and online and hearing people talk about it. I’ve never spent much time, you know, listening to music or watching music videos.

I understand the appeal of being super-deep into music, or at least I think I do. Music is powerful stuff. I like music. But the depth and breadth of the average person’s music knowledge blows me away. It’s like there’s a vast pool of cultural history that everyone knows about but me. They didn’t teach this stuff in school, okay?

We’re getting into the top 40 now. The Kinks? That’s a band? If you say so.