I was studying in Buenos Aires and walked into a second-hand record store one evening. I liked what was playing and asked the two guys at the counter who it was. They looked at me like I was from another planet. They spent the next 30 minutes explaining to me who Gustavo Cerati was, what happened to him (he was still in a coma at the time), why he was important, and why Bocanada was his best work. I left with that album and have loved it ever since.