In 1988, I hit 30, and I was in a down period. Gender issues were really, really hurting, and I was looking at all sorts of... solutions. I will leave that one there.
An album came out, and I am listening to it as I type, but at the time I found it incredibly personal. This was an out lesbian singing some gorgeously crafted love songs. It gave me hope, in an odd way.
Tracy Chapman's eponymous first album. 'Baby, can I hold you...'