ON DECK: playlist from the past

Drunken Butterfly - Sonic Youth

For a little while Greg, Tommy and I were doing a weekly show on IM Radio. At this time (It's since moved to Echo Park) IM Radio was broadcasting from a rad little spot in the window of the MJ Higgins gallery, which at that time (It has since moved a few blocks east) was on Spring between 5th and 6th; my block!

At that time we were all DJing together. We all found ourselves with Spring St. addresses (we have all since moved on, Tommy and I to the retired comforts of Silverlake and Greg to fuckin' Mexico City) and thusly operated under the banner of "Bruce SpringStreet" a local, very local DJ collective. It was a fun way to listen to Punk Rock records, stay out late on weeknights and drink enough pints of Schlitz to float a manatee.

Our radio show was a rather moist affair, as well, with bottles placed among the begged, borrowed and stolen Internet radio equipment. We always had fun but I wanted to banter. I felt like Greg always wanted to "get back to the music", leaving me silently screaming, "just let me get to my punch line!!"

Well, on the night which hosted this particular play list from the pleasant past was different, I was alone. Engagements of natures forgotten kept both of the boys away. I was alone to banter, ramble and play as much "new shit" as I pleased.

Knowing that I had no buddy at my saddle, ready with a vinyl life vest, I scratched the following play list. No song titles, just band names and denotations concerning medium; "vinyl", "7 inch","CD".


Set 1 (I call this my, "geez, go to The Smell much?" set)
1. Ponies
2. NO AGE(2)
3. Silver Daggers
4. Mika Miko
5. Abe Vigoda
-talk-

Set 2 (This is my, "I'm old but I still like drugs and only listen to KCRW sometimes" set
1. Phychic TV-Godstar
2. Feathers(7)-LSD MUSIC
3. Animal Collective-Feels
4. White Flight
5. Violent Femmes(18)-American Music
-talk-

Set 3 (Um???? this is like a "I go to college in Oregan and have mad natty dreads coming in" set. weird one)
1. Aesop Rock (last song)
2. Dangerdoom
3. Ghostface Killah
4. Paul Barman
5. Kimya Dawson
6. Juiceboxxx
-talk-

Set 4 (This is like a "fuck you I'm gonna play bands from high school and a couple from nowadays...and Buddy Holly" set)
1. Propaghandi
2. Black Flag
3. Upsilon Acrux
4. Buddy Holly
5. French Film Blurred
6. Clip'd Beaks
-talk-

Set 5 (This is my "raddest set EVER" set)
1. Raooul
2. Old Tyme Relijun
3. Econochrist
4. XBRX
5. Elvis Costello
6. Sonic Youth
-fin-

My favorite parts were when I got to -talk-

back on the pedal

Dear Friends,

Please don't be so worried about me. I'm not doing anything that you wouldn't find reprehensible. I'm not placing anything anywhere that you wouldn't be hard-pressed to locate and once you found it wonder if the excruciating search was worth the closure.

Please don't worry about me. I'm just fine.

Summer Shoes

June Gloom has come and gone. The sunshine is here for an extended stay. While this is disagreeable to my ginger complexion, it's quite conducive to copping kicks. I may even fuck around and wear a baseball cap.


I copped these these at Marc by Marc Jacobs. They have an embroidery detail depicting a shroom on the upper, making it the second mushroom tip rocking below my knee.


FLORAL PRINT HIGH TOPS!! These kicks are retarded but so am I, another Marc X Marc creation.

Butt, Dick, AND Pussy

Barbie Bitch and long-time friend of The Cunt, Quentin has a new blog. It promises to spread the cheeks of the LA scene like never before, no homo. I thought you should know.


Our blogs may be at odds, but we heart each other, big time

Taschen Porn

You know you're a classy dude when Taschen publishes your pornography

Glamour From The Ground Up, Ed Fox Your fav porn stars framed by Fox's impeccible composition


Do It Yourself, Uwe Ommer I love, love, love the idea of the subject deciding how they feel sexy. Please everyone, send your self-portrait nudes to weegngrcnt@gmail.com for me to enjoy


I read this one a lot, too (not Taschen)

I HUG L.A.

What else can I say, I love L.A.


I love this town, but parking is a motherfucker. Huh, Isaac?

convenient parking - MODEST MOUSE

Hugo Yunker: Hunter Becomes Prey

YanYan aka Hugo Yunker


YanYan aka Hugo Yunker with titties and spoon necklace


I really like YanYan. I hate to admit that because she's kind of cocky and i wouldn't want to feed her ego. She often says, writes or creates things that makes me say, "I wish I had thought of that." Most of our communication has been saying really terrible things to each other over the internet. She drinks sparks and eats sardines every night for dinner.

She herself is the broad that has combed endless porn sites, finding people we mutually know engaged in publicly viewable sex acts. Her direct discoveries have wound up on Wee Ginger Cunt no less than 3 times, maybe 4. This is an important fact because in a classier and way rad way SHE has joined the ranks of internet porn personality when she modeled for Richard Kern and became the subject of an episode of the Vice TV show, Shot by Kern. She’s fucking stoked to be shot by such a revered shutterbug and I’m fucking stoked to FINALLY see her vagina. I thought Chinese girls’ pussies opened left to right?!??


If you like to see her speak and move those bare breasts and that spoon necklace around please see here:

Thou Shalt Always Kill

Wait, wait, wait, Crass is not JUST a band.

Thou Shalt Always Kill - Dan Le Sac VS Scroobius Pip

Ok, I know this shit came out 2 full years ago but its been on the WGC turntable tough in the '09. Plus, we some Americans any-goddamn-way.

The Beatles… Were just a band.
Led Zepplin… Just a band.
The Beach Boys… Just a band.
The Sex Pistols… Just a band.
The Clash… Just a band.
Crass… Just a band.
Minor Threat… Just a band.
The Cure… Just a band.
The Smiths… Just a band.
Nirvana… Just a band.
The Pixies… Just a band.
Oasis… Just a band.
Radiohead… Just a band.
Bloc Party… Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys… Just a band.
The Next Big Thing.. JUST A BAND.

Here's the stoppy-ass video if you want to waste 3 minutes 26 seconds more of your life

old friends

I used to ask to copy your algebra homework before class.

...I was totally asking for the wrong favor.

Things I Like

If Luxey can do a Things I Like entry, so can The Kid.
Here are just a few of the Things I Like...

1. Dodgers Fitted Caps


2. Accomplishing Goals


3. Ginger Stuff


4. Books from The 70s about Metaphysics


5. Baby Girls


6. Hearts and Arrows

Yes Please

We are existing in the eye of a financial implosion. you will wait in line for soup before this is over. In fact, I predict that you personally will be on some Oliver "may I have more please" shit. Its a super scary look but some remain optimistic...

Andy says that more millionaires came from the 1930s than any other decade.

Stuart says that more relevant American advertising concepts and logos came from the 1930s than any other decade.

Andy looks broke as fuck and knows way too much about the Hollywood bus routes to ever be a millionaire and today I loaned Stuart $100.

ja, bitte

I gotta bitch named Kesha

In the age old tradition of grand Hip Hop sex joints...

The Psychedelic Fred Rogers: Mr. R discovers Bruce Haack

Das ist mein ganzes Leben in einer Videobüroklammer


Zu mehr über den unglaublichen Bruce Haack erlernen
Zu einiges von Bruce' hören; s materpieces in der Kindheit von electronica, klicken hier

PDX: The next Rap capital?

Portland is my favorite rap city right now and your boy Ohmega Watts is the unofficial Bridge City mayor.

Let's see, we grew up in New York, popped our cherries in LA, got stoopy down south, Hyphy up north...are we really ready for that rainy day women rap?



peace to Fresh Selects and the Pac Northwest.

The Freshest Five

Why is there so much ill shit, right now? Two years ago I was hungry for beats, fucking thirsty for rhymes. There was good rap on the radio but I was sleeping on the underground; opting instead to focus on the amazing feats being accomplished in the realm of Noise and Punk but you know that Wee Ginger Cunt needs that boom, bap, boom, boom, bap!

Well when it rains it pours and it’s fucking hailing dopeness, as of late. I see a lot of Dilla influence weaving through this new school, but fuck! Who hasn't been inspired by the great J.Dilla?

Without further rigmarole, I present the WGC Freshest Five…

Mr. Diabiase-Carrying Watts on his back


Devon-Carrying Portland on his back


Hi-Res-State to state, track to track


Das Racist- Kings of that Wikipedia rap


Suzi Analogue-Fuck you, I’m pretty

Comme De Garcons for H&M

HOLY SHIT!!

Like Lagerfeld and Viktor & Rolf before them, Comme De Garçons is taking a stab at “fashion for the masses” with their new line for über-retailer H&M.

Most of the stuff is looking pretty fly with price points high for H&M but hella cheaper than the Comme De Garcons pop-up shop next to 107.

X-Mas shopping for me just got a lot easier


Check the technique…


This is my shit, right here!


fucking fashion for the masses


Fresh dressed like 300 bucks?


saddle up, baby


I remember when the hood used to rock Looney Tunes short sets. Polka-dot is almost as crazy


These trainers are definetly the business.

Thanks to the homies at Nitrolicious

On Deck: Marnie Stern drops today

So, marnie Stern dropped her new record, "This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That" on Kill Rock Stars, today. which is the raddest album name ever, BTW!

If you're not familiar with Marnie's jams, she sounds like Yoko Ono fucked the band, Yes. Yes's amalgamated sperm created a baby, that baby raped Upsilon Acrux in the alley of The Smell and, voila, Marnie was born.

Of course, I neglected to pre-order this biatch so I can't actually review the new record. I mean, I'll get back to you, but unless she did a collab with the drummer of The Bravery, I'm pretty sure I will fucking love it.

ok, now let this bitch melt your face, real quick



uno mas...



thank you and good night.

Gnawing on the knowledge that I have been burned

STILL learning things that I should have already learned. STILL scribbling down stupid shit. STILL can't even remember if we were lovers, or if I just wanted to...


I'm starting to think Maxim Magazine is a rag for undercover gays, dudes painting their face, an ambiguous haze...I'd rather pace in place...a pathetic junkie on his way into space....I'm WAY into space....that's why I see galaxies when i stare at your face....Speckled constellations compete for recognition there in your eyes (originally written 03/12/04)

looking good is a state of mind

*you're like my own little West Coast Neneh Cherry*



This might seem like an obvious look to grown folks, but the kids out there really are not up on this one. I KNOW!! I was as shocked as you are, cousin.