Since the Howard Jones concert is only about a month away, I feel the need to begin preparing for the frenzy that will inevitably occur that evening. So, while Tony is out shopping, I am watching every Howard Jones video and singing along at the tops of my lungs.

Few artists in the 80s captured my attention the way Howard Jones did. I still kick myself for losing track of my HJ LPs. I bought every domestic and import album and single I could find. The only thing that remains is my 45 of Things Can Only Get Better. I'll be bringing that to the concert to be autographed.

In the 80s, I spent months searching for a pair of khaki cargo pants and a red and blue sweater so I could replicate his New Song outfit. I wore a black and white checkered shirt (buttoned to the top, collar-up) under a long black coat, a la What is Love?. Years later, on a trip to Paris, I bolted to the fountain at the Pompidou Center and reinacted the scene from the video. I'm sure I've mentioned that when I saw Howard in concert in 1985 (wearing my favorite yellow Forenza sweater with a hot pink turtleneck underneath - control your jealousy), I pushed my way to the front of the crowd to touch his hand.

Since his first single was released in 1983, Howard Jones continues to be an incredibly talented writer and musician. I'm going to try to keep it together before January 25, but when that day rolls around, I can't make any promises.

I've been waiting for so long.