The thrill of Sirius radio is that the number of stations seems endless, and the combined catalogue of songs even more limitless. I first dove into that bottomless pool on a road trip as a teenager. Each year in high school, I made a trip from Michigan to Cleveland to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with one of my parents, and in this instance my friend Lauren. We were tuned to 60s on 6, which satiated both me and my dad. I was going through a Joplin/Doors/Hendrix psychedelic phase, and my dad knew most of the words to any vocal pop song played, with emphasis on Johnny Mathis, Judy Collins, and their contemporaries.