I got to seven wins, but in my eighth match they brought in a ringer - a local TV sports reporter that plays often. He beat me buzzing in by microseconds on every question. It wouldn’t have been nearly so frustrating and disheartening if he knew answers I didn’t.
Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd were big stars of 1930s/40s radio, so they were not the first.
Not call-in but drive-in.
Back in the early 70s, KMEN San Bernardino (The Mighty 1290!) had their studios in a stucco and cinderblock building in the middle of a cow pasture. One night the DJ promised a selection of albums to the first person to show up at the studio with a picture of Elizabeth Montgomery. He didn’t say it had to be a photo, so a buddy and I quickly dashed off a sketch of her as Samantha Stevens and boogied out to the studio. IIRC we left with 5 albums each, all of course marked “For Promotional Use Only.” I’m pretty sure a couple of them are still in my collection.
I never got an email linking to the KC and the Sunshine Band tickets. I wasn’t planning on going to that one, but I could have gifted them.
I did receive the Beach Boys tickets, but the nice lady checking us into the hotel we booked near the venue kindly informed us that the concert was canceled.
So, in the end, I won one concert, not three. Fortunately it was the one I really wanted.
I won a pair of tickets to a blues show this morning!
I would have gone to the show anyway but I had different plans. My buddy has an Americana radio show on Saturday mornings and it turned out that he was giving away two tickets to the second caller and it was me!
The prizes on here are astounding - I love the blues tickets for sure.
Nothing, and in fact I’m bitter about it.
When I was in HS, XTC released their “Oranges and Lemons” album and the DJ on WBCN was asking what it means. So I called and told them it was a reference to a poem about the churches in London, specifically the line “Oranges and Lemons go the bells of St Clements” I was speaking to the operator, not actually on the air.
They thanked me, and I asked if I could have a WBCN calendar, a coveted item in those days and commonly given away to callers. They hung up, but the on-air talent still proudly proclaimed they had the answer. This would have been the morning, before school, but I can’t recall the DJ on air at the time.
Bastards. Some wounds never heal.