Say what you will about Howard Stern, and a lot of people do. He does great interviews. Sometimes, if the guest is good, he will have them on over an hour. With no commercials. That's what I'm used to. So being interviewed for less than five minutes was just not enough. I mustered up the courage to email Dick. I found it thru his publisher. Actually it didn't take any courage at all because I wasn't expecting a reply. So when I got a reply, I was like "Oh man!" I know I've already used an exclamation point twice and I'm not that kind of guy. So you can well imagine what I was going through.
I thought nothing of sending an email because why would they contact me? And I even explained to them on the email. We don't have a website yet. We don't have any podcasts. We don't even have a blog. In essence, we have nothing but an idea in my head. When I sent the email, I was very respectful. I called him Mr. Peterson. Next thing I know I'm corresponding with Mr. Dick Peterson of The Kingsmen. That's when it hit me. This was unreal. I sent an email to the host of the show telling him the good news. This is what I said.
"Holy smokes, this guy might want to do the podcast. He wrote a book about Louie Louie. Let me know quickly when you are available for interviewing? If we do it over the phone, can you record to your computer? Man, we're so unprepared. I just did it on a lark to see what would happen. I didn't think he'd respond so quickly. Anyway, I"ll call you too. And think of questions to ask him."
The host said he wanted more time to prepare so I emailed Dick telling him that we wanted to buy his book and do more research. This gave us more time, which was good. The funny thing is that Dick and I kept corresponding and we were actually joking around. We were emailing each other like we were the best of pals. Or so it seemed like that in my head. He was a funny guy, as I found out after reading his book.
One of the funnier parts of the book is that when the band went on tour, Dick's mother put a letter in his suitcase and on the letter she called him "Lil' Dickie." Naturally, his band mates found the letter and that became his nickname. I suppose only because, at seventeen, he was the youngest guy in the band.
It would be nice if I could say that the interview went without a glitch. It didn't. The good thing about it, as you will read on Part Two of the Louie story, is that we did it and we learned from our mistakes. At least I hope we did.
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