His
name may not immediately roll off the tongue like Dave Aguilar or
Dick Dodd, but Steve Runolfsson may be the primo Stateside example
of swiping the Mick Jagger/Keith Relf/Van Morrison ball and running
like hell. If '60s punk rock was the pouty adenoidal emulation of
the British Invasion by suburban American white kids, Runolfsson
and the Things held their own with the best.
