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 60's 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.