In the early 90s, in certain spots in Portland, Oregon – chiefly downtown and for some reason near parking garages – you could pick up a L.A. radio station. I’m assuming it was KROQ, but my memory is foggy.

And if you happened to be in the right place at the right time and the ghost of Alan Freed looked down kindly upon you, you could pick up an airing of the glory and boogie that is Thunderkiss ’65.

Hot diggity damn.