Radio DJs can be silly bitches with no sense sometimes. Not across the board, mind you, but in the quest for yuks and chuckles between the 9,719th spin of Smells Like Teen Spirit or Call Me Maybe there are often a few synapse misfirings that don’t quite leave room for higher thought.
Such was the case when comedian Doug Stanhope was scheduled for an interview on the same day Sex Pistols frontman Johnny Rotten (John Lydon) was penciled in for one. Someone at the radio station got the phone numbers of the two artists mixed up, and after a couple legitimate attempts by Stanhope to straighten out the mix-up, he decided to give them the Johnny Rotten interview they really wanted. Stanhope personally explains below:
I get a call at 7:45 AM a few weeks ago that I only got up for to scream at whoever dare call at that hour. Missing the call, I check the voice message and it says:
“Hey John it’s Mike Ragogna from KRUU & HuffPost – we have a phone interview scheduled if you can please call the studio line – it’ll be real easy, just a few questions about the new release and PiL.”
I had an interview scheduled with this same guy at noon so he’d obviously put the wrong phone number to the wrong guest – and although I don’t know shit about music I did catch the John and the PiL together and realized he was calling for John Lydon, AKA Johnny Rotten.
So I dialed the number he’d called me from, got voicemail and left a message saying who I was and that he’d called the wrong guest.
Ten minutes later I’m woken up again to the phone ringing and now I fucking furious.
“Hey John it’s Mike Ragogna from KRUU & HuffPost – we have a phone interview scheduled if you can please call the studio line…”
This time I said fuck it, wrote down the studio number, put on the best British accent I could muster (which is absolutely fucking awful) and called in to do the interview as best as I could, being still half asleep and not knowing shit about who I am pretending to be.
We assumed that there was no way it would ever air… certainly someone would realize or fact check – I mean, I left him a voicemail message on his cell phone that he was calling the wrong number.
Sadly they edited out the fun parts where I would pause to fake-vomit mouthfuls of water into the toilet our loudly take a piss with the phone just over the bowl but they left in the “Howard Stern” and “Baba-Booey.” How could they have ever guess they’d been duped?
I did an interview with this man that fell between the cracks of life sometime last year. I should dust that off and get it up and hard for you fine people.