It’s rather embarrassing how much I love this album. How every year since its release, as soon as the weather turns from winter to spring, I put this album on and dream of summer and all of it’s promise. I dream of fireflies and lush greens everywhere. I dream of a breeze to break up the hot summertime air. I dream of a beautiful woman, popping out from underneath the water, waiting for a crisp refreshing drink. I DREAM OF BEER. Yes, I’m 31, and yes, I feel silly listening to an album a 14-year-old girl was probably gaga over, but God damn, this album is so GOD DAMNED good.