Speaking of (the late) 103.7 Free FM, although I was not, in general, a fan of the station, I must confess: I was addicted to The Dangerous Dick and Skibba Show, which was on the air from 19:00 to 22:00 weeknights from March of 2006 until their “Valentine’s Day Massacre” on February 14th, 2007.
The show was, at the beginning at least, primarily hosts Dick and Skibba talking about their love lives, especially Dick’s romantic failures. After all, let’s admit it, it’s a lot more interesting to follow the story of a serial dater than that of someone in a comfortable long-term relationship. (Later, Dick said that baring all to the world each night had taken too much of a toll on him and he stopped speaking so much about his own life, to the show’s detriment I must add). In fact it was rare that a caller would be as interesting as the hosts themselves.
Listening to the show was akin to getting hooked on a soap opera. I started skipping evening activities so that I wouldn’t miss the latest installment of the show and find out what had happened in Dick and Skibba’s lives in the previous 21 hours. (Kind of like how a friend once tapped into a female neighbor’s phone line and got so wrapped up in her life that he couldn’t leave the house for fear of missing something…but that’s another story for another posting.)
I even attended a late-night Dick and Skibba listener party on Ocean Beach, and ended up with my picture in the Reader (that’s me on the left),
Skibba (right) with fans
the most popular local weekly. I was also mentioned in the accompanying article, where the reporter wrote:
There was one guy standing by himself, and I talked to him for a little bit. He said he used to listen to NPR, but when he tuned into Dick and Skibba, he thought they were funny. He didn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the crowd. We laughed about the people walking by in a drunken stupor.
Ahh, the story of my life; not fitting in with the rest of the crowd. And I surely didn’t feel completely at home with a bunch of stoners in OB late at night, but I still had a fun time and I’m glad I went.
Fast forward 8 months…
I head up to Carlsbad to see a magic show put on by my buddy Smoothini The Ghetto Houdini. I run into him as I enter and he has me sit at a table with a few of his friends. As soon as I sit down, one of the women at the table says with surprise, “You’re the guy from the magazine!”
I assure her she must have mistaken me for someone else. She then says
“Didn’t you go to the Free FM bonfire party in OB?” Yes I had. She said there was a picture of her, me, and Skibba in The Reader. You see, I remembered reading the article but somehow I didn’t recognize myself in the picture, nor did I catch the reference to me in the article. Smoothini said he had seen it too.
I remembered talking to her (her name is Anana) that night. She was in the neighborhood looking at an apartment and figured she might as well stop by the beach party. We talked for a while, actually, but I’m so bad at recognizing people (I didn’t even recognize myself in the Reader!), I would have never recognized anyone I met that night, even if they were sitting across the table from me at a restaurant.
That was quite a coincidence! That the woman I met and was photographed with at a random public beach party in OB eight months earlier happened to be friends with a friend of mine who lives way up in Oceanside.
I only called into (and was put on the air) the Dick and Skibba show once. Lindsey, the ditzy phone screener and news reader for the show, was about to go off to Malaysia on vacation and she was wondering what clothes to bring, and I called to remind her that Malaysia is a Muslim nation and that she should take that into consideration when selecting a wardrobe.
I still miss the show, and if they land a gig at another station, I’ll be sure to tune in, via the Internet if necessary.
As for the rest of our Free FM, the only other shows I ever listened to more than once were Tom Leykis and The Third Shift. I used to listen to Tom regularly on KFI (640 AM) in the late ’80s when his show was more politically oriented (I would describe him as socially liberal and a libertarian) and he talked more about himself and his father, but even then I could only take so much and would have to turn him off after an hour or two.