In 1995 and 1996, I managed the entertainment career of a new Nashville recording artist – a young woman I’ll call Brenda. She was beautiful, and multitalented, and even though she had been performing professionally for less than two years, her career was on the fast track to success. She was gregarious to a fault, and always fun to be around, but she exhibited one personality quirk that drove me crazy: she had a fanatical schoolgirl crush on Dwight Yoakam.