Crazy Radio Stalker Story #2

Last month I told you about "Linda"... one of our stalkers. Now I'm going to tell you about "Bob."

I've worked for a lot of radio stations in all formats. I've found that the rock format not only has the most loyal fans, but it also spawns some of the craziest fans. "Bob" technically lived outside of our market, but certainly within listening range. And he was one of our most rabid fans. Here's a few stories:

"Bob" really thought he was one of the group. He liked to call the listener line and talk to us about... well... really nothing. There was one time when on of our weekend jocks received a call, and recorded it. "Bob" went on and on about his personal life, his love life, his money issues, etc... and after about 20 minutes, our DJ finally interrupted him and said he was sorry about putting him on hold, and could he please repeat what had been said. Of course, he was never really on hold. And yes, it was a little cruel. But that recording kept us in stitches for weeks!

There was a time when our morning jocks were lamenting on the air about how they wish they had remembered to record a bit they had run. "Bob", who lived an hour away showed up at our doorstep an hour later, cassette tape in hand. He told me that he called in sick to work in order to drive that tape up to us. Nice thought... but really... who does that? It's certainly not worth taking a sick day for. Especially because our morning jocks really didn't care. They were just making a comment on the air.

"Bob", like any good stalker, liked to come to as many radio appearances as humanly possible. There was one weekend when my station was set up at a fair that lasted 3 days. Being the promotions director, I was there pretty much the whole time. On Saturday, I had gotten there around 6:30 in the morning. It was the middle of August, and admittedly, by 9:00pm, my patience was pretty much shot. I was hot, tired, sweaty, and all I wanted to do was go home, take a shower and climb into bed. This is when "Bob" showed up. He literally cornered me and talked at me for 1/2 hour. I hated to do this, but one of our weekend jocks/receptionist was about 20 feet away. Kelly is one of the nicest and sweetest people you could ever meet. And a very good friend of mine. And I completely threw her under the bus! I asked "Bob" if he had ever met her. He said he hadn't, so I introduced them and made my escape! The next day Kelly told me he talked at her for over half an hour! Years later, I'm STILL apologizing!

And here's the capper... my phone rang one day and "Bob" was on the other end. He had a GREAT idea that he wanted to run by me. As I mentioned earlier, he lived out of market. He was telling me that he noticed that we didn't have much of a presence in his city. I explained to him that we were concentrating on our market and it didn't really matter that we didn't have a visual presence where he lived. He completely ignored me. His idea was that he wanted to get his car logo'd for us! Um.... NO!!!!! I understand, and appreciate radio fans, but he was really taking it too far. Thankfully, I was able to talk him out of it. Nothing like having your station's logo on a beat up 1985 Dodge Aries!

The point is that you have to be careful about the fans of you radio station. NEVER eat cookies that a fan baked and brought to to you. NEVER give out personal information. ALWAYS find somebody to walk to your car with late at night. "Bob" and "Linda" were harmless... but you don't know when one of these fans could just snap. Just ask my former night jock who had an angry fan show up at the station with a loaded gun...

Hope you all have a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Crazy Radio Stalker Story

We've all seen them... they come out to every remote your station does. They call in constantly on the listener lines. They show up unexpectedly at the radio station at all times of the day. Yes, I'm talking about the crazy P1 stalk... er... listeners.

While I've never had one of my own stalkers, I have had the experience of sharing one with the rest of the airstaff. We'll call her "Linda" for the sake of argument and to protect the guilty.

I was working for a rock station, and "Linda" was a huge fan. She was "39 year old heterosexual female, liked to smoke Marlboro cigarettes, and drink Budweiser Beer." How do I know this? She put it in the letter that she sent to one of our morning show hosts. I should also mention that the letter wasn't written on stationery or even on a nice sheet of paper. No... it was written on a series yellow post-it notes that also included a crudely drawn map for said morning host to find her house! "Linda" also sent every single one of our jocks a letter that day. Each one personalized, and written in a different form. Aside from the post-it notes letters arrived written on paper, 3 x 5 cards, and even one written on an envelope. Not all of us received maps to her house, though.

"Linda" also had the habit of showing up at remotes to just hang out. The first time I met her, we were doing a remote at a Quiznos. It was also the day of our annual listener halloween party. She was the first person at the remote and proudly told me that she was coming to the party that night. I had no idea at this point who she was or how I was inviting a world of crazy upon our doorstep. I politely thanked her for listening and wound up giving her a t-shirt. But she stuck around for the entire remote to help us "promote" the radio station, and by that, I mean scare people off! And true to her word, she showed up at the Halloween party that night. In fact, she was the first on line! While we were still setting up! At this point, she had integrated herself into our lives and thought she was one of us.

There was one particular day when I decided to go to one of my favorite delis for lunch. I took one of the station vehicles (get the logo out as much as you can). As I was leaving, I heard someone call my name. I looked up and "Linda" was standing on the porch of the apartment over the deli. I didn't know until then that that was where she lived. "I saw the van and thought you were coming to visit!" Ummm.... no. Now I can never go to one of my favorite delis ever again!

Coming soon, I will tell you about "Bob"... who is even crazier!