I was 15. I was on a boy scout trip in Islamorada, Fl. I was in a tent on Big Munson island.  I had borrowed MCIS from a friend, listening to it on my discman. Never before had I heard such passion, such yearning.  I felt like Billy was singing my story, directly to me. I became a lifelong fan from then onward. I’m 42 now, and to this day it’s still my favorite album of all time.