My first encounter with the Hip was on a Christmas morning when I was a child. My parents had splurged and gotten my older brother an iPod classic as a \"big\" gift; my dad had uploaded one song onto to it to show how the music playing worked. That song was \"38 Years Old\". My brother tried it out, listened to it once or twice and then started to play with another gift, but he allowed my to try out his new gift and listen. I got lost in time. Hours or days could have passed and I would have had no clue. I was mesmerized by the brash honesty, imperfectly perfect vocals and detailed story telling that was flooding my eardrums. From that day forward I slowly grew my Hip collection. Although they aren\'t always the first thing I put on my iPod they have been a rock throughout my formative years which I can to look to for affirmation that individuality is OK, Canada is truly the greatest place on Earth, and hockey is the greatest sport ever. Peace out Gord, Heaven will truly be a better place now.