As a young punk in high school, I and my friends used to find our Friday night party in a tent in Virginia on some land on which we had permission to camp. On the way home from such an expedition on Friday morning, a friend who was driving me home (a truer friend their was none in those days) was playing "Live at Budokan" on his casette deck. It made for one of the most indelibe homecomings that I had ever experienced, and that album (you remember, LP, Vinyl, 33 1/3 rpm) was an instant inclusion in the pantheon of coming-of-age playlist of mine. Now it is a necessity in the cd collection in the "remember when" categoy.