We all know how songs can bring back memories. Having grown up on the shores of the St. Lawerence river in northern New York the Hip has become a huge part of my life, I speak of them as if they are all my friends. Now living in Wyoming, Montana and Idaho I'm out of their realm and in the realm of good old country and western. This genre doesn't do it for me and I was psyched when Yer favorites came along. Having worn out my old albums this new box set was a gift from a higher being. Not only could I listen to my old fav's but I could see the concert and videos (that never really made it to the U.S.,the Darkest One, could have been filmed in my home town.) There is nothing more comforting then rocking out to the Hip when your in the middle of bumrush Wyoming and the cattle and the cowboys are staring you and your Tragically Hip bumper sticker down. It's like eating a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl a tomato soup when your missing your family 3000 miles away. I've had countless times in my many road trips, when the hours were long and the cops are numerous, that the only thing that got me through was Hip tunes and a pack of P-funks. Thanks to the Hip, they mean a lot to people every where and if you ever see a guy in a grey Toyota that now says Coyote with smoke rolling out the windows, somewhere between Cheyenne, Helena or Boise know that the Hip is playing next to you as you pass me by.