Zach and I had some of the best times of our lives on radio. I’ve blogged about some of them here on my I-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-this-blog blog and shared some of our airchecks here. I think our success was based on the fact that we were not only self-deprecating but that we could throw each other down and roast each other every morning.
We created a Verbal Reality (That’s radio-speak for taking what an announcer says as true.) that had people in stitches every morning. For instance, I was gone for a week to get liposuction but the press release he created about me was that I went on a tour of India to visit various ashrams. In a week! And got married to a man named Oscar Bandot. In a week! And had three sons. In a week! I came back a week later, shocked to find some listeners actually believe the tales he wove.
(He got his payback of course when he disappeared and I announced he was getting certain parts of his… anatomy… altered. And on another day, that he was shooting a film in Hollywood. You get the picture.)
