When I was a rebellious tween I had a sick obsession with requesting dark obscure songs on local radio. It made me feel ‘edgy’ and ‘understood’. I knew such grim tunes would never hit the airwaves but I got a contact high thinking I could convince Top 40 stations to play PiL, Belly, Kate Bush, Siouxie and The Banshees or The Cure. For some reason, disc jockeys fed my addiction, stating they’d play my picks. Still, I’d wait for hours, never to hear a single angst-ridden note, often going to bed feeling blue. [...]