Hidden deep beneath a defunct karaoke bar in rural Nebraska, wedged between a vending machine that only dispenses expired pudding and a suspiciously warm mop closet, lies the most elusive broadcast in North America: Dumpster Ninja Radio. It’s the only radio station that’s never been officially licensed, never been located on any map, and never plays the same song more than 100 times.
Run by a crew of retired conspiracy theorists, one sentient raccoon named Gary, and a guy named Todd who insists he’s “just crashing here,” DNR transmits on a frequency so obscure, your radio has to be slightly broken to pick it up. The signal is strongest during thunderstorms, lunar eclipses, and when someone in the vicinity is microwaving a burrito.