Welcoming us to “the jungle,”Axl’s scream shredded Los Angeles’ Martika-dominated airwaves in 1989. Pirate Radio 100.3 FM gave us our Iron Maiden, our Ratt and our Dokken in healthy doses of head-banging heroism. We eventually got our Jane’s Addiction and Nirvana, while meeting Bubba the Love Sponge and Pauly Shore over promos more asinine and hilarious than anything to hit the San Andreas airwaves. We briefly dreamt of a future free of Timberlakes. Then, in 1992, we awoke to a Viacom-owned present, and Pirate got lost on the Seven Seas.