When was it? In an iPod world, do people still dial radio station request lines and Delilah?

The last time I phoned a radio station was circa 1992. I was supposed to be studying in my college dorm room, only I couldn’t concentrate because someone had stolen my Culture Club CD. (For real.) I needed to hear “I’ll Tumble 4 Ya” (below), badly enough that I called in. I could tell the DJ didn’t want to play the song — I guess it’s not the Culture Club hit most people want to hear? — until he found out my name was Mandi. “Like the Barry Manilow song?” he asked. “Actually, I was named after that song,” I answered. And then I told him the story. Mom was watching The Tonight Show, pregnant with me, when Barry was a guest and sang “Mandy.” She loved the song, but thought it’d be easier for me to learn how to write an ‘i’ instead of a ‘y.’ (Don’t you have a ‘y” in your last name, Mandi, you ask? Yes, but my mother, then a school teacher, knew I’d learn to write my first name first and wanted to spare me the frustration of a ‘y’ for as long as possible.) Bottom line: I heard “I’ll Tumble 4 Ya” that night.

When was the last time you called a radio station? And what’s your best story? How far did you go to hear a song?