A heap of radio music
"They's a heap of radio music in there, and I can hear it clear across the street loud, hear the man sing: 'Where you been hiding baby, been looking everywhere, how come you treat me mean, can't you see I care?' Well, it was fine radio music, the best I ever did hear, and come out of a big box with red and yaller lights turnin around in it. Over the door they was a wheel spin in a screen, and go humm, humm ..." -Jack Kerouac, Pic
