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I spent the bulk of my professional life on the air in radio. At my last commercial gig, my morning guy had arranged to do a phone interview with Casey Kasem. Unfortunately, he spaced & forgot to tell me about it - nevermind that the call was coming into the studio during my shift. The phone rings.
“Hi, studio.”
“Hi. This is Casey Kasem. I’d like to speak to Dave Hanson. Is Dave available please.”
I thought to myself, “Goddamn – that sounds exactly like Casey freaking Kasem!” So instantly I flashed on my good buddy Ron, who does amazing voices, impressions, accents, etc, and phone gags are always a staple of his show wherever he’s on the air. So OBVIOUSLY it’s Ron ****ing with me.
“Ron – what’s up man? Something wrong with your voice?”
“I’m sorry, this is Casey Kasem. I’m calling for Dave Hanson. Can you put him on the phone please.”
“Jesus Christ, Ron. Casey Kasem doesn’t sound anything like that. Give it up and move on, bitch.”
We had a couple more exchanges like that. Finally – ’cause I’m smart and stuff – it occurred to me: Ron wouldn’t take it this far after his cover’s blown. But CK calling my pissant little studio? No freaking way.
“So. YOU’RE Casey Kasem.”
“I believe I’ve told you that several ****ing times.”
“No kidding – you’re Casey Kasem. You know what? I’m Britney Spears. Why don’t you come on over and we can play with my tits.”
Being unable to shake “Casey” off his little game, I opened the studio door an hollered “Hey Dave – telephone!”
“Who is it?”
“Some ****ing moron says he’s Casey Kasem.”
Dave came running over as if I had pissed on his grave, & had me transfer the call to a production studio. Casey had a notoriously inflated ego, and Dave said it took a solid 10 minutes to talk him down. “You tell your PD if I ever meet him, I’m kicking his balls into his lungs.”
And look at Casey now: he’s dead.
A classic outtake from CK producing a segment for his American Top 40 show. It never fails to put a shit eating grin on my face. Enjoy.
“Hi, studio.”
“Hi. This is Casey Kasem. I’d like to speak to Dave Hanson. Is Dave available please.”
I thought to myself, “Goddamn – that sounds exactly like Casey freaking Kasem!” So instantly I flashed on my good buddy Ron, who does amazing voices, impressions, accents, etc, and phone gags are always a staple of his show wherever he’s on the air. So OBVIOUSLY it’s Ron ****ing with me.
“Ron – what’s up man? Something wrong with your voice?”
“I’m sorry, this is Casey Kasem. I’m calling for Dave Hanson. Can you put him on the phone please.”
“Jesus Christ, Ron. Casey Kasem doesn’t sound anything like that. Give it up and move on, bitch.”
We had a couple more exchanges like that. Finally – ’cause I’m smart and stuff – it occurred to me: Ron wouldn’t take it this far after his cover’s blown. But CK calling my pissant little studio? No freaking way.
“So. YOU’RE Casey Kasem.”
“I believe I’ve told you that several ****ing times.”
“No kidding – you’re Casey Kasem. You know what? I’m Britney Spears. Why don’t you come on over and we can play with my tits.”
Being unable to shake “Casey” off his little game, I opened the studio door an hollered “Hey Dave – telephone!”
“Who is it?”
“Some ****ing moron says he’s Casey Kasem.”
Dave came running over as if I had pissed on his grave, & had me transfer the call to a production studio. Casey had a notoriously inflated ego, and Dave said it took a solid 10 minutes to talk him down. “You tell your PD if I ever meet him, I’m kicking his balls into his lungs.”
And look at Casey now: he’s dead.
A classic outtake from CK producing a segment for his American Top 40 show. It never fails to put a shit eating grin on my face. Enjoy.
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