It was 1988, I was going into the 6th grade and obsessed with the song “Cult Of Personality”, which was getting major play on MTV that summer. One weekend just after school started, my parents and I were at a local mall when I went into Sam Goody and saw the cassette. I expressed to them that I wanted it and for some reason I did not leave with it that day. But a few days later when my father came home from work he had it with him. I was so excited, I had a little component set in my room and I know I burnt that tape up. I had a portable walk-man that I took with me to school. So the next day, tape in hand I cruised the couple blocks to school listening to the whole tape front to back. To my surprise “Cult Of Personality” was not even my favorite song on the tape. That honor went to the track “Open Letter To A Landlord”, something just clicked with me. I can’t explain it today just like I couldn’t then. It’s the feeling you get from a song that connects you to the vision the writer had when creating it. It happens instantly and it stays with you forever. As I listen to the track now, it conjures up the same emotions that it did when I was 11 years old. Vivid still remains high up on my list of favorite albums.