Crank It!!
I'm sitting here, listening to the delay broadcast (west coast) of the Howard Stern show. I've been listening to this show for literally about 17 years. Sometimes that blows my mind.
Anyway, they're playing a tape of a crank call - I guess for deaf people they have these special operators that will place the call for you and read aloud your typewritten messages (assuming the recipient of the call can hear) to the other person. No matter what the typer/deaf person wants to say, she has to repeat it. So, someone in Howard's posse makes the call, pretending to be a deaf person, and have this poor operator saying things like, "I want to fuck you in the ass" and similar things. Poor woman! They also do a thing where they take someone's (usually a celebrity) voice, cut & paste certain words together to make sentences that weren't actually said, and crank call someone - for instance, they did one with Richard Simmons' voice (you all remember him, right? Sweatin' to the Oldies, or whatever that tape series he made was called) and called some random business and made Richard's voice say "Do you want to taste my milky sauce"? It's sick, but somehow hilarious.
Anyway, I remember something back when I was little, and The Monkees TV show was on the air. Well, I was in looooooooooove with Davy Jones, and one day I got it into my head that I just had to talk with him. Of course, I couldn't in person, so I figured a phone call was the next best thing. I don't know where my parents were, but obviously they weren't paying attention to what their bright daughter was doing :op I called the operator (as easy as just dialing "0" on your handy dandy rotary phone back then), asked for the California operator (I just assumed he lived in Hollywood, didn't all the TV stars?). I asked her to please connect me with Davy Jones from The Monkees, because I needed to tell him something. She laughed, of course, and I guess went through the trouble of "fake looking" and came back on the line and said the number was unlisted. I must have sat on the phone with her for 20 minutes, certain she knew the number and just needed a little friendly persuasion. I was a persistent little bugger, even back then. She didn't buy it, and I hung up very disappointed.
I guess that wasn't exactly a crank call, but it's the first memory that popped into my head after listening to the radio this morning.
What are some of the crank calls you've made?
Anyway, they're playing a tape of a crank call - I guess for deaf people they have these special operators that will place the call for you and read aloud your typewritten messages (assuming the recipient of the call can hear) to the other person. No matter what the typer/deaf person wants to say, she has to repeat it. So, someone in Howard's posse makes the call, pretending to be a deaf person, and have this poor operator saying things like, "I want to fuck you in the ass" and similar things. Poor woman! They also do a thing where they take someone's (usually a celebrity) voice, cut & paste certain words together to make sentences that weren't actually said, and crank call someone - for instance, they did one with Richard Simmons' voice (you all remember him, right? Sweatin' to the Oldies, or whatever that tape series he made was called) and called some random business and made Richard's voice say "Do you want to taste my milky sauce"? It's sick, but somehow hilarious.
Anyway, I remember something back when I was little, and The Monkees TV show was on the air. Well, I was in looooooooooove with Davy Jones, and one day I got it into my head that I just had to talk with him. Of course, I couldn't in person, so I figured a phone call was the next best thing. I don't know where my parents were, but obviously they weren't paying attention to what their bright daughter was doing :op I called the operator (as easy as just dialing "0" on your handy dandy rotary phone back then), asked for the California operator (I just assumed he lived in Hollywood, didn't all the TV stars?). I asked her to please connect me with Davy Jones from The Monkees, because I needed to tell him something. She laughed, of course, and I guess went through the trouble of "fake looking" and came back on the line and said the number was unlisted. I must have sat on the phone with her for 20 minutes, certain she knew the number and just needed a little friendly persuasion. I was a persistent little bugger, even back then. She didn't buy it, and I hung up very disappointed.
I guess that wasn't exactly a crank call, but it's the first memory that popped into my head after listening to the radio this morning.
What are some of the crank calls you've made?
posted by Miss_Vicki at 8:37 AM
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