Saturday, January 20, 2007
Great Moments In Radio, Volume II
This story comes via the engineer I worked with at our little station in Blue Springs. He was previously a DJ in the late ‘60s at KUDL-FM in Kansas City when that station changed music formats with alarming frequency, and during one such switcheroo, the station went from middle-of-the-road Geritol-generation Perry Como/Dinah Shore/Bing Crosby music to Rock & Roll. One evening, he gets a call from this old lady bitching about the music, "This is terrible! What on earth is that?" "It’s Jimi Hendrix, ma’am," he replied. "Well that’s awful—you shouldn’t play that kind of music on the radio, blah blah blah." Well, this old hag would call him every night bitching about the music, until finally he could no longer take it, and one night he went off on her and said, "Oh, go fuck yourself, lady!" Next day, he went to the station manager and told him what happened just to cover his ass, and the manager said, "Yeah, she’s been calling me too—don’t worry about it." Sure enough, the old hag calls the manager that day, and says, "Your disc jockey last night was very rude and used profanity, blah blah blah." The station manager replied, "Did he tell you to go fuck yourself?" "Yes, he surely did!" she said, to which he replied, "Well, DO IT!"