Last week, while on my way to the Magic Factory, I heard the tail end of an on-air shouting match between Howard Stern and a (by the time I tuned in) un-named representative of New York Press. They were duking it out over the Press recently including Stern in their 50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers piece, in which they summarily dismissed Stern by saying:
We never cared for Howard's mooky blatherings, but we support him in his 11th-hour conversion to free-speech champion. Too bad the jackass waited so long to take a stand... a more chickenshit millionaire you'd be hard-pressed to find. He choked when he ran for governor, helping instead to elect the biggest tax-and-spend Republican in New York history (who gave us two of the biggest subway fare hikes in history). With his money and fan base, Stern could've taken on the criminals at the FCC a long time ago, but as always, the smut jock went ostrich, burying his face in a pair of fake tits while the Constitution got crumpled. Come to think of it, scratch the opening line. We hope Ashcroft locks him away for 10 to 20.
I assume that some behind the scenes back and forthing between the Stern camp and the Press had gone down, eventually leading to the on-air spat I heard the tail end of. It was only today that I learned that the NY Press rep he'd been hollering at was none other than Jeff Koyen, editor of the now-defunct and truly legendary Crank fanzine, which lives on in the pixelated glory of the highly fashionable PDF format right here, and is well worth your attention.
UPDATE: Thanks to Listener Gummi, you can now hear the audio of Stern and Koyen's argument regarding Howard's recent FCC battles, the heavy fines that had been handed to his employers because of his on-air behavior, and Koyen's assertion that Stern was wussing out on his alleged commitment to free speech. Howard's rebuttal mainly comprised the traditional rap in which he portrays himself as stridently and single-handedly saving the day for free speech by bravely retreating to outer space (well, satellite radio), where he can drop the f-bomb and whistle at the boobies without fear of government intervention or financial penalties. Koyen had a different angle, which was of course shouted down, but he elaborates further on it in tantalizing detail right here.