Howard was embarrassed to play this phony phone call this morning, because it reveals how dreadful he was on the radio even three years into his career. This was before he moved to Hartford and learned to steal from Steve Dahl. As you'll hear in the clips, Howard spoke in a slow, controlled whisper to try to make his voice sound deep. You'll cringe as he cracks inoffensive jokes in a soothing voice on his way out of a Teddy Pendergrass record. (Wig Vomit was WRNW's program director at the time, and had all but banished rock and punk from the progressive station's playlist, in favor of adult contemporary.) You'll violently face palm as he enunciates his love of the word blustery ... Howard was never the manic, high-energy guy dancing to the Ramones who's portrayed in Private Parts. This is the first time I've laughed at a cranky call in 2016. By the way, instead of his usual blaming his high-pitched voice on being nervous, Howard blames his low-pitched voice in these clips on being nervous.