Yes, even someone with an intellect as towering as mine listens to someone as “perverse” as Howard Stern. During all the hype for his movie “Private Parts” back in 1997, I decided to give him another chance. I’ve known of Howard Stern since the early days of his career as a jock at WCCC in Hartford, Connecticut, and I remember his campaign to get Paul McCartney released from a Japanese jail after his marijuana bust.
He didn’t stay long in Hartford, and for the next seven years or so, I didn’t hear his show at all until the time I found myself riding a cab in New York City in 1987. Aware he had landed in New York thanks to his appearances on David Letterman, I thought little of his antics. I thought even less of them as my girlfriend and I sat in the back seat subjected to a bit that involved clamping jumper cables on someone’s nipples. What fun.
As an avid college radio listener and a true music enthusiast, I saw Howard more as a threat than anything else. Ten years later, WBCN in Boston picked up the show about the same time as the release of the movie, and I gave in. I’ve listened pretty much every day since then.
I found myself amazed and intrigued not so much by his schtick, but by his infiltration within my own social circle. At first, I only listened from nine o’clock on, which meant I caught a celebrity interview followed by Robin’s news. I still couldn’t take myself away from my morning dose of NPR until they unceremoniously “demoted” Bob Edwards, which caused my affection for the network to diminish. I figured that if the non-profit wanted to start acting like any other commercial media outlet, then I’d treat it as one. I haven’t contributed a dime since and I’ve largely tuned out.
So now, Howard dominates my mornings, except on those days when he takes a break, which lately have increased considerably. When you see me, you’ll notice I have no ass. That’s because I laughed it off listening to Howard.
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