I spent July 1996 with my grandparents, and unlike my parents, they had cable. Which meant I could watch MTV. I would let it play for hours just to catch the incredible “Tonight, Tonight” video. Then I would make a small notch on a notepad as I tallied how many times I had seen the video. I forget the final number, but obviously the memory lives on. As I spent August at the beach, I wore the tape out, listening and relistening to each song, and for some reason, painstakingly copying the lyrics. I’ve never looked back in my SP love.