Yes we can all whine about how under-rated Marshall has always been. But what good would that do us or him? Let's move on. Simply put, Crenshaw is THE most amazing song-crafter I have ever heard. In 1981 Glam-rock and Arena-rock were selling out concerts all over the world. We were living in a musical world that wanted to buy the sizzle and not the steak. You remember the concerts where the quality of the band was how many guitars and Marshall amps were built across the back of the stage like cliffs of the California coast. The sales of a group's music was based on how much spandex and hair spray they wore. Video was changing the way we bought music. We now bought it for the way it looked rather than how it sounded. But humbly, with no marketing support, no big name producer, dressed like the guy you used to beat up after chemistry tests for not letting you cheat, Crenshaw makes his first statement in this album. And with this one album, the word "Pop" is clarified. All of a sudden, tunes now mean something. Simple lyrics, albeit not Pulitzer prize-winning, stay in your head and cause you to think "I know exactly what he 's talking about." Suddenly we want to ask out our high school sweetheart again. Suddenly we want to just hang out on the hood of the car. By the time we heard this -as well as his second album "Field Trip", we had tired of being told what we should listen too on the radios and video channels. We yearned to go back home. This, fellow Boomers, is a trip back home.