It started Sophomore year with a guy named Ox. Ox could sing...really sing. Ox loved the Smiths. Soon everyone on the hall loved the Smiths because Ox would sing the Smiths. A little more time and EVERYONE would sing the Smiths. At every party. At the drop of a hat. It lived in our stereo. It never left. Invariably at every single party we threw it played and people sang, and I suspect if you mention it to anyone in the group of about 8-10 of us they'll know exactly what you're talking about. They'll think of Pritchard. Of Foxridge. Of Pheasant Run. I don't even know if we ever made it past the first track, but I can't hear it today without thinking of every good time I ever had in Blacksburg and the people I had them with. I was even IN Blacksburg last weekend for the first time in 13 years and dammit if "Reel Around The Fountain" didn't pop into my head the second I hit downtown. All songs have special and different meanings for everyone, but for me, out of all the artists whose entire catalogs I celebrate, I don't think there is a single one where I can hear it and be instantly and viscerally transported back to a specific place in my past.. A place I can see, hear, smell...a place I was really lucky to have been in. So thanks, Chris, Grant, Jeremy, Ox, Tara, Kim, Christie, Alicia, Becca, Chico, Tom, Frank, Jason and whoever else I'm forgetting....it was a blast.