An angel came to me, smoking and red, with wild eyes, and said, "Hey, Captain, you need to spread the good word. You need to bring the bleeps and beats to the world. Pirates have always been ambassadors, gathering together the treasures of different cultures and keeping the masses moving and shaking!" "Damn straight!" I screamed, and the angel evaporated in a cloud of sulfur and smoke. Since that fateful night I've given up opium and set me sights on sharing the punk, go[...]