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Davey Havok Was a Pinner Kid with a Round Hostess Twinkie belly

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Tiger Lily & Davey Havok at Rancid, Total Chaos, Hellbillies, Parasites, and A.F.I. show (924 Gilman St., 5/14/94); photographer unknown

AFI/Blaqk Audio frontman Davey Havok is set to release his debut novel Pop Kids on April 2. According to the website, it’s about a 17-year-old guy who’s a “pop-culture-obsessed, pseudo-vegetarian, atheist pyromaniac trapped within a rural northern Californian town.” Although I haven’t paid close attention to his various projects since the late 1990s, I’m pretty intrigued by this one.

I first met Dave shortly after the start of UC Berkeley’s fall 1993 semester. I’m not completely certain, but it may have been at a 924 Gilman St. show. He had a baby mohawk, a skateboard, and a crisp black leather jacket with the blue Germs circle neatly painted on the back of it. I was hyper, pushy, and in-your-face (not much has changed!); he was super-friendly with a ready smile. Somehow we became friends, yet I never called him Davey.

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Davey Havok & Tiger Lily circa 1994; photographer unknown

Unfortunately, my memory’s pretty spotty and we weren’t the type to get into trouble so I don’t have any scandalous stories to share. We were just good kids in the East Bay punk scene. At that time, I lived on the top floor of a three-story house. Since cell phones hadn’t become commonplace yet, Dave would either have to yell up or throw rocks at my window if he wanted to visit. I’d help him put up and hand out flyers for AFI shows (his personable nature no doubt helped boost his fledgling band’s fanbase). I’d play his band’s singles fairly frequently on my KALX radio show (starting with this one). He’d school me on slang from his hometown, none of which I remember. He got his first tattoo (Gogo the Dodo, of all things) shortly after I got mine (topless Winnie the Pooh, no better). Ditto with the lip piercing.

Dave also wrote a series of personal essays for my zine My Letter to the World. All of them were about his troubles with girls—but not in the way you’d think. The first appeared in issue 7, published on October 29, 1993 (click for a larger view):

My Letter to the World #7

My Letter to the World #7

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“Tongue-Tied” by Davey Havok, My Letter to the World #7

I’m sure Dave no longer writes with the voice of an almost-18-year-old, but it’d be a spectacular feat if he managed to channel it for Pop Kids, considering the protagonist is soon-to-be 18. I guess I’ll just have to pick up a copy and see if I catch a glimpse of that weak pinner kid with a round Hostess Twinkie belly. [2/28/13: I posted another of his essays here. 4/2/13: And another one.]

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You’re Not Punk and I’m Telling Everyone: Jawbreaker January

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Thorns of Life, 924 Gilman St., Berkeley (Jan. 31, 2009) | Canon 5D, 24mm, 1/2, f6.3, ISO 400

If you’ve been a regular reader of this blog, you’ve likely come across a few of my KALX playlists from the early 1990s. Ever since I’ve started posting them, I’ve been marveling at all the bands I was soooo into for what felt like a lifetime (which is, granted, roughly 12 to 24 months in teen years) yet haven’t had any urge to listen to in nearly two decades.

Jawbreaker is one such band, and it looks like Blackball Records has recently reissued the Chesterfield King EP and Bivouac LP. I first discovered them within my first few weeks of college. Although I don’t recall the depth of my fondness for them, the fact that they were the first band I played on my very first KALX radio show on March 30, 1993, is very telling (as is the Chipmunks tune I played right after them). Coincidentally, they played at 924 Gilman St. that same night. I had interviewed them earlier that month for the third issue of my zine, My Letter to the World—once at their sold-out show at the Berkeley Square and, since the batteries in my tape recorder had died, again at a mariachi-loving café in the Mission, where they told me I had a child’s finger in my purse. They were 25 or 26 years old and I thought they were so wise, so “adult.”

Shortly after, I made my first trip to Sacramento with Nathan and Mickey to see them at the Crest Theatre. I don’t remember much about that show—come to think of it, I didn’t even recall going until I saw the Angelic Upstarts at the Colonial Theatre in 2001 and had a strange sense of déjà vu—but I somehow still have a live recording from their May 3, 1993, Gilman show.

And then I went home for the summer. My mom made me take a vocational class in summer school so I chose print shop. It was held in a continuation school for the expelled, unmotivated, and/or pregnant. Together we learned how to etch glass and screenprint, although I was by far the most enthusiastic of the bunch. They were all under 18 and much more interested in asking each other when their babies were due, who the fathers were, how much weed they had left over from the weekend, who hooked up with whom, etc. At one point they even asked me about my pregnancy because they assumed I wore non-skintight clothing to hide my baby bump. I was definitely the odd person out but we shared a love for oldies music. I finished the class with a bunch of handprinted Jawbreaker shirts and stickers as well as copies of issue six of my zine.

Later that year, Nirvana asked Jawbreaker to open six shows for them, which was a huge deal within the punk community because Nirvana was a major-label superband. (People were still in a tizzy from earlier rumors that Green Day would be signing to a major label.) I asked singer/guitarist Blake if he’d keep a tour diary while on that fateful tour and let me publish it. Surprisingly, he said yes. Since I doubt no more than a handful of people ever read the thing, I’ll be posting it here soon if you’re interested [4/8/14: here it is].

(Incidentally, in case you’re in awe of my ability to remember 1993 in such chronological detail, I’ll admit that I had to dig up copies of my zine, which I made between 1993 and 2001. You probably know some folks who can recall with frightening clarity what they wore on their first day of third grade and what they ate last Tuesday. I’m definitely not one of them, so I’m glad to have a record of that period of my life.)

Speaking of Jawbreaker, exactly four years ago today (really?! It seemed so much more recent than that!), I saw Thorns of Life, one of Blake’s projects, at Gilman when they passed through town. It was a trip seeing him on stage again—and Aaron Cometbus and former Gr’ups Daniella, for that matter. Did I break out and listen to all my Jawbreaker records afterwards? Nope, still no interest. But I did finally, recently, play their records for myself. Surprisingly, only a couple of songs really stood out (“Want,” “Busy,” “Chesterfield King,” “Sleep”; most of 24-Hour Revenge Therapy) and I wasn’t hit with crushing nostalgia like I feared. In fact, the songs no longer spoke to me like they did 20 years ago, which makes sense since I’m a different person now.

Here are my playlists from January 1994, the month Jawbreaker’s 24-Hour Revenge Therapy came out, judging by all the exclamation points on my playlist. In hindsight, I should’ve waited to start posting my playlists this year so that they’d be exactly 20 years old, but I had no idea I’d still be blogging, and I can’t predict that I’ll still be blogging a year from now. So enjoy, and thanks for stopping by.

3/30/93 playlist: jawbreaker

Jawbreaker!!! (1/25/94 playlist) | Canon 5DM3, 100mm, 1/125, f2.8, ISO 800

* = feature play
$ = request

1/09/94: SUNDAY 3:30-6am

* JOHNNY PEEBUCKS & THE SWINGIN’ UTTERS – Here We Are Nowhere
* THE CLASH – First Night Back in London
BEASTIE BOYS – No Sleep ’til Brooklyn
POSTER CHILDREN – Hollywood
CRASS – Nagasaki Nightmare

MILES DAVIS – Dear Old Stockholm
AFI – Born in the U.S. of A
* OUTSIDE INSIDE – North Hollywood
OPERATION IVY – Hoboken

RED ALERT – In Britain
SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES – Hong Kong Garden
THE SUBHUMANS – Let’s Go Down to Hollywood (and Shoot People)
SHAM 69 – Borstal Breakout
MUSIC MAN soundtrack – Gary, Indiana

MERLE HAGGARD – Okie from Muskogee
GREEN DAY – Going to Pasalacqua
NAKED RAYGUN – Only in America
* WYNONA RIDERS – Kids in America
MUPPET MOVIE soundtrack – America

CAPITALIST CASUALTIES – My Dad Kills for the USA
X – Los Angeles
THE ADOLESCENTS – LA Girl
THE FASTBACKS – In America
* BIG BLACK – Jordan, Minnesota

JAWBREAKER – P.S. New York Is Burning
THE MOB – N.Y. Slam
JUDGE – New York Crew
PUSSY GALORE – NYC: 1999
FRED ASTAIRE – Bojangles of Harlem

FRANK SINATRA – Chicago
SCREECHING WEASEL – This Ain’t Hawaii
* SILKWORM – Pearl Harbour
HARRY CONNICK, JR. – On the Atcheson, Topeka & the Santa Fe
THE RAMONES – This Ain’t Havana

* ROYAL TRUX – Cleveland
BOB WILLS – Take Me Back to Tulsa
J-CHURCH – Panama
THE INSANE – El Salvador
THE CHAMELEONS – Intrigue in Tangiers

MY FAIR LADY soundtrack – The Rain in Spain
BLATZ – Berkeley Is My Baby
* THEE STASH – We’re Selling Jeans for the USA
NATION OF ULYSSES – You’re My Miss Washington, D.C.
BAD BRAINS – Banned in D.C.

* THE POGUES – The Girl from the Wadi Hammamat
NINA HAGEN – New York, New York
TOY DOLLS – She Goes to Finos
* CHELSEA – Weirdos in Wonderland

1/11/94: TUESDAY 9am-12pm

THE UNDERTONES – More Songs about Chocolate and Girls
THE WHO – Pictures of Lily
MARLENE DIETRICH – Lili Marlene
MARY POPPINS soundtrack – Jolly Holiday
ALL – Mary

THE ASSOCIATION – Along Comes Mary
$ JIMI HENDRIX – Wind Cries Mary
SONIC YOUTH/CYPRESS HILL – I Love You Mary Jane
WEST SIDE STORY soundtrack – Maria
* LES THUGS – (Maria Cries in Lima)

NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS – Lucy
TV’S GREATEST HITS compilation – I Love Lucy
* CHRIS VON SNEIDERN – Anna Lisa
* KIDS FROM TEXAS – Long-Legged Linda
JAWBREAKER – Caroline

COCTEAU TWINS – Carolyn’s Fingers
* US3 – Cantaloop
TV’S GREATEST HITS compilation – Patty Duke
TV’S GREATEST HITS compilation – Gidget

GIGI soundtrack – Gigi
DAVE EDMUNDS – Deborah
THE QUEERS – Debra Jean
GREEN DAY – Christie Road
THE RAMONES – Suzy Is a Headbanger

TONY BENNETT – Have You Met Miss Jones
THE CLASH – Janie Jones
* FITZ OF DEPRESSION – Jenny/867-5309
FUZZBOX – Jackie
JESUS & MARY CHAIN – Taste of Cindy
VELVET UNDERGROUND – Candy Says

ANGEL & THE RERUNS – Buffy Come Back
* THE PONCHERELLAS – Ode to Amy (Fischer)
VELOCITY GIRL – Audrey’s Eyes
TALULAH GOSH – Talulah Gosh
THE VANDALS – The Day Farrah Fawcett Died

* VERONICA LAKE – Emma Maybe
*$ HEAVENLY – Hearts & Crosses
THE MISFITS – Vampira
ROCKET FROM THE CRYPT – Don’t Darlene

SECOND STORY WINDOW – Abigail
THE HOLLIES – Carrie Ann
SUICIDE – Cheree
MR. T EXPERIENCE – Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret

TOY DOLLS – Glenda the Test Tube Baby
THE REPLACEMENTS – Cruella DeVille
$ U.X.A. – Sister Godfrieda
$ RAOOUL – Anna Joy
X – Johnny Hit and Run Pauline

FANG – Lolita
THE KINKS – Victoria
THE VIBRATORS – Judy Says (Knock You in the Head)
$ THE DESCENDENTS – Wendy

JUDY GARLAND & LIZA MINNELLI – Hello Dolly
KING MISSILE – Muffy
BOB WILLS & HIS TEXAS PLAYBOYS – Corrine Corrina
FRANKIE ERVIN – Wilhelmina
TV’S GREATEST HITS compilation – Josie & the Pussycats

1/18/94: TUESDAY 1-5am

THE WAITRESSES – I Know What Boys Like
THE UNDERTONES – Boys Will Be Boys
JOSIE COTTON – Johnny Are You Queer?
SHIRLEY BASSEY – Johnny One Note/Shadow of Your Smile
* FLYING TESTICLE – Johnny Guitar
X – Johnny Hit and Run Pauline

* DAVID BOWIE – John, I’m Only Dancing
BAUHAUS – Telegram Sam
PINK FLOYD – Lucifer Sam
SUICIDE – Frankie (Teardrop)

CRINGER – Ed’s Song
SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN soundtrack – Moses
* ICONOCLAST – In Adam’s Fall
* CARTER FAMILY – God Gave Noah the Rainbow Sign
BAD BRAINS – Joshua’s Song
CHRIST ON PARADE – Joshua Brown
* FIRST 5 THRU – Isaac

DEAD BOYS – Son of Sam
TOM WAITS – Hang on St. Christopher
OLIVER soundtrack – Oliver
TONI BASIL – Mickey
THE NE’ERDOWELLS – Where’s Mickey

BOW WOW WOW – Mickey, Put It Down
NUISANCE – Guitar Joe
HARRY CONNICK, JR. – Joe Avery’s Piece
* AVAIL – Mr. Morgan
TV TOONS – Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood

DICK DALE & HIS DELTONES – Mr. Eliminator
* MR. BLOBBY – Mr. Blobby
JOHNNY PEEBUCKS & THE SWINGIN’ UTTERS – Mr. Norris
THE CLASH – Rudie Can’t Fail
THE JAM – Billy Hunt

SPACEMEN 3 – Billy Whiz/Blue I
$ HOUSE OF PAIN – Danny Boy, Danny Boy
THE RAMONES – Danny Says
JUDY GARLAND – Danny Boy
VINCE GUARALDI – Boy Named Charlie Brown

ZERO BOYS – Charlie’s Place
BLATZ – Chuck
AFI – Rizzo in the Box
* APOCALYPSE HOBOKEN – Brett
GROVER – Grover Takes a Walk
KING MISSILE – The Story of Willy
WARLOCK PINCHERS – Where the Hell Is Crispin Glover

TELEVISION PERSONALITIES – Salvador Dali’s Garden Party
* MR. T EXPERIENCE – Even Hitler Had a Girlfriend
STIKKY – I Love Fonzie
* SCREECHING WEASEL – Peter Brady
* NO EMPATHY – Ben Weasel Don’t Like It

* AMERICAN LESION – Morrissey Is a Wimp
* BUCK-O-9 – (I Don’t Wanna Be No) Jon Bon Jovi
* OFFICIAL HOOLIGANS – Darby Crash
* NEW RADIANT STORM KING – Indiana Jones
GREEN DAY – Who Wrote Holden Caulfield

BEASTIE BOYS – Paul Revere
$ CYPRESS HILL – What Go Around, Come Around, Kid
NEWCLEUS – Jam on It
* LUCY SHOW – A Million Things
THE MEICES – Alex Put Something in His Pocket
JESUS & MARY CHAIN – Everything’s Alright When You’re Down

VELVET UNDERGROUND – Andy’s Chest
THE PASTELS – If I Could Tell You
BLACK FLAG – Louie Louie
* GUNS & ROSES – New Rose
THE MEATMEN – One Down Three to Go

* THEE STASH – Should I Suck or Should I Blow?
THEE HEADCOATEES – Melvin
TALULAH GOSH – My World’s Ending with You
HEAVENLY – So?
ETTA JAMES – Strange Things Happen

GBH – Valley of Death
DISCHARGE – Hear Nothing, See Nothing, Say Nothing
BLITZ – I Don’t Need You
CIRCLE JERKS – Operation
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS – Jack the Ripper

THE BRIGADES – Ready Ready Go Punk Rockers
FEAR – Let’s Have a War
THE GERMS – Manimal
NECRACEDIA – Suburban Death Machine
TOY DOLLS – Neville Is a Nerd
PUSSY GALORE – Wait a Minute
* ROYAL TRUX – Cleveland

1/25/94: TUESDAY 1-3:30am

* GUNS & ROSES – New Rose
THE DAMNED – Smash It Up
EATER – No Brains
CHRIS CONNELLY – The Amorous Humphrey Plugg
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS – Lucy

VELVET UNDERGROUND – After Hours (live)
JESUS & MARY CHAIN – Some Candy Talking
MEAT WHIPLASH – Don’t Slip Up
* THE RAMONES – Have You Ever Seen the Rain
* NO EMPATHY – They Want Whatever
* SCREECHING WEASEL – Chicago

* JAWBREAKER!!! – Boat Dreams from the Hill!!!
* RHYTHM COLLISION – Cheers
MUPPET MOVIE soundtrack – Rainbow Connection
GROVER – Question Song
MY FAIR LADY soundtrack – Wouldn’t It Be Loverly?

THE DOUGHBOYS – Why She’s a Girl from the Chainstore
THE BUZZCOCKS – Fast Cars
COCK SPARRER – Droogs Don’t Run
THE REZILLOS – Someone’s Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In
PPI – Pop Sida

* VOODOO GLOW SKULLS – Dogpile
CULTURE SHOCK – Catching Flies
CITIZEN FISH – Chili Pain
THE SUBHUMANS – Forget
U.K. SUBS – Tomorrow’s Girls
SUBWAY SECT – Nobody’s Scared

$ NOFX – Kill All the White Men
* TONY BENNETT – Top Hat, White Tie & Tails
GAY PUREE soundtrack – Mewsette
HARRY CONNICK, JR. – Recipe for Love
THE CAVEDOGS – What’s New Pussycat?

* AVAIL – Connection
* CURRENT – Key
ICONOCLAST – I Like You Less Than Apple Pie
* NATIVE NORD – Bread

TALULAH GOSH – Steaming Train
HEAVENLY – I Fell in Love Last Night
THE PASTELS – Sit on It Mother
SUICIDE – Cheree
* STEREOLAB – Tempter

PUSSY GALORE – Lil’ Red Rooster
* ROYAL TRUX – Back to School
AGNOSTIC FRONT – Victim in Pain
GRIMPLE – All Grown Up
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S soundtrack – Moon River

* FLYING TESTICLE – Johnny Guitar
JUDY LONDON – Cry Me a River
JUDY GARLAND – Just a Memory
THE SLITS – Love & Romance

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The Precarious Art of Squatting

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Squat toilets (Kamakura, Japan; Taipei, Taiwan)

Every December, as the year comes to a close, I find myself contemplating various aspects of the miracle that is life. This month, I’ve retreated into the mind of an eight-year-old to ponder the following: Everybody pees, everybody poops.

As far as I know, there’s really no way to do either elegantly. Certainly not when you’re squatting over a hole. And definitely not when that hole is on a moving train.

I had the great misfortune of learning this the hard way at the age of three or four. It was during one of my first visits to Taipei, Taiwan, back in the days of martial law and a good 20 years before the realization of its streamlined Mass Rapid Transit system. My grandmother and I were riding the train. At one point I needed to pee.

When she slid open the door, we were deafened by the roar of the tracks rushing past beneath us. The toilet was essentially a small, closet-like space with a portion of the train floor cut away. Unlike long-distance Greyhound buses, this didn’t require a Hazmat suit to enter, but a safety harness would’ve been nice.

I like to imagine that, in addition to evading the train’s lurching attempts to fling us into its gaping maw and beneath its steel wheels, we had to battle a tornado of our own hair whipping into our eyes. However, I was too distracted by my short life flashing before my eyes when my grandma hoisted me over the hole to recall if that really happened. I somehow managed to answer nature’s call, but not before the experience scarred me with a lifelong aversion to walking over street grates, sewer grates, and covered manholes—a connection I only recently made as a result of writing this post.

When I returned to Taipei in the early 1990s, I was stunned and dismayed to encounter squat toilets in several posh department stores. Sure, they were made of gleaming porcelain and some had grooved foot rests, but I recoiled from them and the eye-watering odor that emanated from trashcans brimming with used toilet paper. I was flabbergasted that well-dressed women in high heels actually waited to use the squattie over the Western sittie.

As it turns out, squat toilets are purported to prevent a number of health problems (e.g., Crohn’s disease, colon cancer, hemorrhoids) and are still quite common in 21st-century Asia, even in “technologically advanced” countries such as Taiwan, Japan, and South Korea. Most women continue to choose squatties over sitties unless they’re older or disabled. Hong Kong, the world’s most expensive place to live, also has squatties sprinkled among its architecturally elaborate public restrooms (but some people make do by peeing into plastic baggies—see photo below). The squat toilet’s popularity may explain why, in certain authentic Chinese restaurants in the States, you’re likely to come across toilet seats soiled with muddy footprints as well as trashcans reeking of urine.

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High-end mall restroom, Hong Kong | Canon 5D, 24mm, 1/30, f4, ISO 500

Pee Break

Pee break, Hong Kong metro station | photo by Canderson

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Squat toilet, Jiufen, Taiwan | Olympus PEN E-P2, 9mm, 1/10, f4, ISO 1000

“They’re cleaner,” I’ve been told. “You don’t touch anything.”

This isn’t entirely true, of course. You still have to touch the handle or string of the flusher (if you have a flusher; sometimes a bucket of water and ladle are all that are provided to rinse away your deposit) and the doorknob (if there is indeed a door). When you consider that public restrooms in Asia often don’t provide soap and most people think that moistening their fingers with water for a few seconds counts as adequate hand washing, physically engaging with a visually clean toilet seat is no less hygienic than using a squat toilet. Plus there’s the added indignity of splashing on your shoes and/or standing in a puddle of someone else’s failure to aim properly. At least when you squat over a seated toilet, your shoes and ankles are more or less safe, and you don’t have to worry too much about losing your belongings in the bowl.

Yet when you’re in Asia (or parts of Europe, Latin America, or the Middle East) for more than a week, there’s no point in complaining or holding out for a toilet with a seat. Just make sure you always have a packet of tissue paper with you (many businesses hand out tissue packs wrapped in their ads) and take your time. Not peeing down your leg or soaking your shoes takes some practice, as does not falling/slipping once you’re mid-stream.

The recommended position for using a squat toilet is to face the wall (as opposed to the door), straddle the hole, and then squat down fully until your torso can more or less rest on your thighs. If you’ve ever seen a toddler squat down to investigate something on the ground, this is that position. Plenty of people (usually men) in Asia assume this position when taking a smoke break, talking on the phone, or reading the paper.

Of course, certain factors will affect your ability to squat all the way down, thereby altering the efficacy and dryness of your squat toilet experience. Tight pants and limited range of motion in the hips/knees/ankles, for instance, will reduce the angle of your squat and the distance between your feet. In that scenario, it takes a bit more trial and error, and perhaps a firm grip on whatever stable object (bar, wall, exposed pipe) is available. You might even find that taking off your pants completely is the key to your success. (This is something I’ve never felt the need to do, but I’m intrigued by those who have. Assuming there’s no hook in the stall, as there often isn’t, do they tie the pant legs around their neck? And what if they’re wearing skinny jeans? There’s no way they can take those off without first removing their shoes. And what about all the stuff in their pockets?)

I personally prefer a higher squat, almost as if I were hovering over a Western toilet. Sure, my quadriceps have to work harder and I have to be more vigilant about my aim, but it keeps my rear end out of the backsplash zone and my nose farther away from the pungent trashcan. I also like rolling up my pant legs (they may accidentally soak up what’s already on the floor if you’re not careful) and making sure the contents of my bags/pockets are safely tucked away.

At one point during a recent trip to Hong Kong, I actually found myself welcoming the sight of a squattie. Was this a sign that I had finally arrived? Was I treating these bathroom sessions like mini-P90X workouts and therefore appreciating the challenge? Or was I simply tired of trying to turn around in cramped toilet stalls with my bag in tow? Hard to say, although I’ll admit this was only when urination was on the agenda. Taking a crap in a squat toilet can be pretty gnarly, especially if you’re in a hot, humid, unventilated cubicle. Sure, squatting might present the most efficient angle to evacuate your bowels, but good god—the smell! So intense! A bowlful of water apparently plays a much bigger role than facilitating flushing.

For those of you who’ve been to China or heard horror stories about Chinese toilets, you might like to know that squat toilets in Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Tokyo—even in public park restrooms—are rarely squalid splatterfests. There’s often an attendant who frequently hoses down the facilities until they’re spotless. The downside is that a moist, humid environment is perfect for breeding mosquitoes, a real drag in general but especially for any exposed rump.

In stark contrast to the spare design of the squat toilet is the high-tech, multifunction unit commonly seen in Japan (one of my hosts in Korea had one in their home!). The popular Toto Washlet boasts a control panel with a host of buttons. Depending on the model, you might mask the sounds of your bodily functions with a prerecorded jingle or the sound of someone else peeing, spray your nether regions with warm water, blow them dry, or create a bidet. I highly recommend experimenting with all the buttons, except perhaps the one that has you dunking your behind in water. Why anyone would want to do this in a public toilet is beyond my comprehension.

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High-tech toilet, Tokyo; multifunction toilet control panel

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Multifunction toilet control panel

Incidentally, Taichung, Taiwan’s third-largest city, was a real tease when it came to the porcelain commode. C and I pulled into the train station and were greeted by a party of Western toilets bearing a variety of flora. Was Taichung swimming in such a glut of toilets that they could afford to pay lavish tribute to Marcel Duchamp? I couldn’t help but be flushed with anticipation.

Well, as it turned out, art didn’t imitate life. The women’s restroom looked like it hadn’t changed much since it was built in the early 20th century (we visited in late 2011, mind you), but I couldn’t be too upset. I’m a big fan of historical preservation, and there was running water. Plus I hadn’t quite perfected my squatting technique yet. There were worse things than returning home with quads of steel.

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Toilet art installation, Taichung train station | Olympus PEN E-P2, 9mm, 1/200, f6.3, ISO 200

taichung toilet art

Toilet art installation, Taichung train station | Olympus PEN E-P2, 9mm, 1/320, f9, ISO 800

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This Could Be the Night, or September 1993 playlists

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Double-decker bus, Kowloon, Hong Kong | Canon 5D, 17mm, 5 sec, f20, ISO 100

Kowloon’s Nathan Road crackles with the energy of thousands of locals trying to get to work on time, touts hustling to unload watches and suits of questionable quality, and tourists struggling not to get swept away in the maelstrom. Even though Hong Kong doesn’t have a sticky-fingered reputation like Rome, Paris, or Barcelona, Nathan Road isn’t the kind of place I like to linger. Call me paranoid, but each second spent standing still on that street means one less personal item in my possession.

And yet one late evening on that very street, right outside our guesthouse, C stopped us because he needed to load a new roll of film into his Lomo.

“Can’t you wait until we get inside?” I asked, exasperated.

“I almost have it,” he said, fumbling with the camera and then dropping to one knee to fuss with his bag.

There weren’t many people out at that hour, but I kept up my guard, mentally choreographing ways to distract or disarm the guys loitering around us should they attempt to swoop in and relieve us of our belongings.

“Wait, here, hold this for me,” he said, reaching up and handing me a film canister.

I took it and tapped my foot, hoping the sound would hurry him up. Instead, he asked, “Can you open it for me?”

I sighed, flipped up the lid…and quickly closed it again. The blood drained from my face. My heart began pounding in my ears.

Sitting on top of the roll of film was a diamond ring.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I hissed.

I don’t recall much of what happened after that, but I’m pretty sure I yanked C up by the scruff of his neck before he could utter another word and marched us back to our room.

Had you told me 19 years ago that I’d be married someday, I would’ve either told you to shut the front door, laughed in your face, or punched you in the stomach, maybe all three depending on my caffeine intake at the time. It wasn’t because I doubted I might find that special person I’d want to love, confound, delight, and annoy for the rest of my life—I simply didn’t think paperwork and ceremony were necessary in what was essentially a matter of the heart.

C knew this about me. He knew I was adamant about not getting married. But somehow he decided to take a chance.

And he won.

Eventually.

Like, a year or so later.

Honestly, how could I listen to as much lovesick doowop and girl group songs as I do/did without expecting them to unearth my (deeply buried) inner romantic? Or maybe I was getting soft and sentimental in my old age. Whatever it was, staying stubborn became more challenging the more starry-eyed couples we met, the more tear-jerking vows we heard, the more heart-warming weddings we photographed. Didn’t I want to spend the rest of my life with him? Yes. So what did it matter that he wanted to make it “official” with a trip to city hall and some nervous hand-holding in front of dozens of pairs of eyes?

We got married two weekends ago and, I have to say, it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it was head-spinningly, breathtakingly fun. Getting in touch with my crafty side at Jo-Ann’s helped me connect to an event I never imagined for myself, and somehow C and I cobbled together a wacky weekend filled with shaky tea ceremonies, bruise-free board breaks, ill-fitting rings, bathroom beauty parlors, lion dances, rickshaw smilebooths, too many mini cupcakes and barbecued pork buns, and wild performances by Gravy’s Drop, City Deluxe, and the legendary Roy Loney with his Phantom Movers. C, backed by City Deluxe, surprised all of us with his jaw-dropping rendition of Johnny Thunders’ “I Wanna Be Loved.” I may blog about some of the details once I’ve recovered but, until then, it’s easiest just to share one of the mixes I made for our reception:

Speaking of mixes, here are a few of my KALX playlists from 19 years ago, back when I lived on the third floor of a century-old wood-shingled house (above a strange family of five and their three dogs), back when I jumped at any chance to be on the air, back when I thought not a whit about my future. My song choices were limited and my segues were still awkward (input from Rancid’s Tim “Lint” Armstrong didn’t help) but I suppose they’re a good reflection of that brash, mercurial time in my life.

* = feature play
$ = request

09/05/93: SUNDAY 6-9am

VELVET UNDERGROUND – Sunday Morning
* NEW BOMB TURKS – Got No Proof
* WAT TYLER – Poems on the Underground
JOHNNY MATHIS – Chances Are
7 SECONDS – 99 Luftballoons
* JPS Experience – Ray of Shine

WYNONA RYDERS –  No One Ever Listens to Me
RANCID – Adina
SCREECHING WEASEL – I Wanna Be with You Tonight
GREEN DAY – Android
* JIM CARROLL – People Who Died

SINKHOLE – Waterbug
GUMBY soundtrack – Gumby
MY FAIR LADY soundtrack – The Rain in Spain
GAY PURREE soundtrack – Little Drops of Rain
EVERREADY – Will the World Ever Change
EVERGREEN – Forced Feed Ed

* STRAY CATS – She’s Sexy & 17
BOW WOW WOW – Do You Wanna Hold Me?
BEASTIE BOYS – No Sleep Til Brooklyn
* CYPRESS HILL – Cock the Hammer
DIGITAL UNDERGROUND – Sons of the P

* RED AUNTS – Teach Me to Kill
THE MISFITS – Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight?
JOAN JETT – I Hate Myself for Loving You
* 7 YEAR BITCH – The Scratch

SCRAWL – Begin
* THE MUFFS – Big Mouth
* VELOCITY GIRL – Crazy Town
* ORNETTE COLEMAN – Sadness
DUB SYNDICATE – Drainpipe Rats

THE RAMONES – Blitzkrieg Bop
STINK – Never Will Forget
FRANK SINATRA – Only the Lonely
TEENY RECORDS – Weekend Go

JAWBREAKER – Boat (live)
NENA – 99 Luftballoons
THE GO-GO’S – Head Over Heels
* SUBMACHINE – Bonus Beer Song
THE LOOKOUTS – One Planet, One People

DISPOSABLE HEROES – Language of Violence
DIGABLE PLANETS – Where I’m From
SUGAR – If I Can’t Change Your Mind
DINOSAUR JR. – Start Choppin

LATTER DAY SAINTS – 592
* SLANT 6 – 33 Vision

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09/08/93: WEDNESDAY 12:30-4am
(with Tim “Lint” Armstrong of Rancid)

* GAS HUFFER – Bad Guy Reaction
ARTHUR KAY – Play My Record
JOHNNY PEEBUCKS & THE SWINGIN’ UTTERS – Mystery Rezillos Track
FLOYD LLOYD & THE POTATO 5 – Jesse Jackson

BARRY ADAMSON – Adamson Family
SELECTER – James Bond
*DESTROY – Ode to Top Ramen
DEAD BOYS – Sonic Reducer
D.I. – Surfin’ Anarchy

* KRUPTED PEASANT FARMERS – Memories of Death
TOY DOLLS – Razzmatazz
* JAWBREAKER – Kiss the Bottle
BEASTIE BOYS – So What’cha Want
* CYPRESS HILL – I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That

GREEN DAY – At the Library
RANCID – Outta My Mind
* BAD RELIGION – Kerosene
* JOLT – Heaven’s Child

LEGENDARY PINK DOTS – Encore Une Fois
THROBBING GRISTLE – Six Six Sixties
* SARA DEBELL – Smells Like Teen Spirit
STIFF LITTLE FINGERS – Suspect Device
THE JAM – London Girl

* TIGER TRAP – Puzzle Pieces
TALULAH GOSH – My Best Friend
JESUS & MARY CHAIN – Hardest Walk
FRANK SINATRA – Love & Marriage
THE DICKIES – Eep Opp Ork (Uh, Uh)

FRANK SINATRA – Gumby
X-RAY SPEX – The Day the World Turned Dayglo
THE SLITS – Love & Romance
FUZZBOX – Jackie

* BOW WOW WOW – C30, C60, C90, Go
* TILT – Play Cell
THE ADVERTS – One Chord Wonders
MINOR THREAT – Guilty of Being White

GORILLA BISCUITS – Finish What You Started
* THE GERMS – What We Do Is Secret
PEE WEE HERMAN – Surfin’ Bird
$ SID VICIOUS – Steppin’ Stone
FANG – Puff the Magic Dragon

BEST OF DISNEY – Wonderful Thing About Tiggers
EVERREADY – At the Che
* FIFTEEN – Perfection
TV PERSONALITIES – I Know Where Syd Barrett Lives
SYD BARRETT – Here I Go
HUSKER DU – Eiffel Tower High

* LES THUGS – Flags
WEDDING PRESENT – My Favorite Dress
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S SOUNDTRACK – Moon River
Lil Orphan Annie
THE POTATOMEN – Davey

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09/16/93: THURSDAY 6-9am

CHUMBAWUMBA – Tianamen Square
SHOP ASSISTANTS – I Don’t Wanna Be Friends with You
HEAVENLY – C Is the Heavenly Option
TALULAH GOSH – Bringing Up Baby

  MR. T EXPERIENCE – Velveeta
* THE MUFFS – Get Me Out of Here
THE POTATOMEN – Davey
* THE NE’ERDOWELLS – We’re Hot Lookin’
THE KING & I soundtrack – Whistle a Happy Tune

MARY POPPINS soundtrack – Jolly Holiday
* BRATMOBILE – Cool Schmool
STIKKY – I Love Fonzie
Green Acres
$ JOLT – Heaven’s Child

EVERREADY – Fairplay

JUKE – Child Bride
BLATZ – Homemade Speed
ZERO BOYS – Amphetamine Addiction
* NEW BOMB TURKS – Got No Proof
* BLACK MARKET BABY – Potential Suicide

FLIPPER – The Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly
ISOCRACY – Hippie Man
BUM – Instant Cool Aid
* FLESH WEAPONS – Fish

THE DICKIES – Nights in White Satin
SNATCH – Love without a Reason
THE BUSTERS – Dead or Alive
THE SPECIALS – (Dawning of a) New Era
SELECTER – Too Much Pressure
BARRY ADAMSON – 007, Fantasy Bond Theme

* THE GERMS – Media Blitz
* JOHN HENRY WEST – Shut Your Mouth
* OILER – Antigravity
* POP-O-PIES – In Frisco

* THE SUPERSUCKERS – Drinkin’ & Drivin’
ALTERNATIVE TV – Viva La Rock n Roll
THE SONICS – Strychnine
SECRET AFFAIR – One Way World
THE LAMBRETTAS – Poison Ivy

THE BUZZCOCKS – Ever Fallen in Love
THE DAMNED – Born to Kill
SUBWAY SECT – Nobody’s Scared
JOHNNY MATHIS – Chances Are

NAKED RAYGUN – Those Who Move
SNFU – Cannibal Cafe
SPECIMEN – Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
* FLOUR – One Step at a Time

STIFF LITTLE FINGERS – Barbed Wire Love
THE VIBRATORS – Stiff Little Fingers
* THROBBING GRISTLE – Wall of Sound
ANTIOCH ARROW – Stilts
LATTER DAY SAINTS – 592
FUZZONE – Balloon Song

UNDERSIDE – Known
GORILLA BISCUITS – Time Flies
THE SUBHUMANS – Reality Is Waiting for the Bus
SHAM 69 – Hey Little Rich Boy

DEAD BOYS – Caught with the Meat in Your Mouth

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High Hopes

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Black swan, Parque del Retiro, Madrid | Canon 5D, 105mm, 1/80 sec, f6.3, ISO 400

Every August/September, Berkeley (or any college town, actually) receives a potent injection of fresh, nervous energy from legions of 17- and 18-year-olds who converge on it to start lives on their own for the first time. Usually, I just marvel at how each batch of freshmen looks younger and younger every year and leave it at that, but this year I’m seeing them differently. As I pass giggling girls in high heels and mini-dresses, confident-looking jocks, and gawky boys who can barely keep their backpacks on, I can’t help but picture them in 10, 20 years.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I came to Berkeley for the first time exactly 20 years ago, filled with a similar optimism and enthusiasm for my future, whatever that would be. Damn, 20 years! It’s flown by so quickly but has been a wondrous, steady journey so far, with a smattering of surprises big and small.

But not all surprises are good. In fact, some of those surprises royally suck. For one, I learned yesterday that Matthew Africa, a former KALX colleague and highly respected Bay Area DJ, died in a car accident on Monday.

Matthew and I had weekly radio shows in consecutive time slots for several years about a decade ago, and we discovered little bits about each other in the half hour one DJ wound down and the other geared up. Our shows were pretty different—he favored hip-hop, rap, funk, and tracks with groovy beats; I kept more to the rock side of the spectrum with a few forays into blues, jazz, and musicals. And yet we’d frequently surprise each other with our selections. It helped that we found common ground in ’60s soul and psych.

Matthew was forever dapper, witty, and charming with an easy smile. He was smooth and unflappable on the air, with a professional but sincere delivery that made the rest of us seem like even bigger amateurs than we already were. He also had impeccable penmanship (think architect), which he used to lay down thoughtful, insightful music reviews.

However, he inspired me most not through his accomplishments in music but through the way he chose to live his life. For several years Matthew worked as a well-paid lawyer with an arduous workload (standard practice for all new lawyers, from what I hear). One day, during our usual DJ transition, he disclosed that he’d quit. When I asked what he planned to do instead, he said he was going to travel, DJ, and basically enjoy life. And that’s what he did up until his untimely death: lived life without regret and shared his love of music with others.

Perhaps it’s fitting that the song I most vividly remember him playing, and the song that automatically sprang to mind when I read of his passing, is a beats-filled version of Frank Sinatra’s “High Hopes” (you know, “oops, there goes another rubber tree”) by Craig Mack. Rest in peace, Matthew. And thank you.

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Exposed: The Sleek, Spotted Underbelly of Film

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“Don’t Think – Just Shoot!” Lomo Color Negative 100

Holga and Diana cameras are known for their unpredictable, mischievous ways. They leak light, overlap frames, and wind film haphazardly to create one-of-a-kind images–assuming the back doesn’t fall open and/or you didn’t shoot an entire roll with the lens cap on. They also use 120 film, which stands about 2.5″ wide and is used by more reliable, devastatingly sharp medium-format cameras such as Mamiyas and Hasselblads.

Unless you’re a photographer who personally develops this type of film, you’ve probably only seen the backing paper through the tiny windows on the backs of said cameras. In fact, you’ve relied on its numbers and arrows to tell you how far to advance your film and when you’ve reached the end. If you’re a design or crafts geek, you may get a kick out of seeing a full strip divorced from its film. I certainly did and became a little too excited when I caught sight of a heap of bold black-and-white strips in the trash at C’s photolab. I had wedding planning on the brain and immediately rescued them to repurpose them as belly bands for our invitations. Here are some of the more common types of 120 film (Fuji, Ilford, Delta), as well as a more obscure one (Rollei Crossbird). Kodak makes 120 film, too, but the backing paper is Kodak orange with “KODAK Film” and numbers on it.

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Fuji NPL 160, Reala, Pro 400H

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Rollei Crossbird ISO 200

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AGFA X100

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Fujicolor 400 NHG

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Lomo Redscale + Color Negative 400

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Lomo Color Negative 100 (thin, papery texture)

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Ilford FP4 Plus and Delta 400

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Fuji Neopan

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Rancid reminiscence, or May 1993 playlists

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Tim “Lint” Armstrong, Berkeley, CA, 1993

A year or two ago, before I actually dug up my old KALX playlists and reviewed them, I toyed with the idea of playing all the songs from one playlist in the order that they appeared. It’d be funny, I thought, like opening a time capsule. I hadn’t considered that I’d be unearthing a bomb of grizzled emotions, too—and not just mine.

A Twitter follower recently tweeted a comment about those first few playlists: “WOW the rancid days, those were the happiest days of my life!!” When I pointed out that Rancid didn’t appear on any of those playlists, he clarified, “I was reminiscing about my early 924 Gilman days (playlist reminded me).”

I would hardly say that was the happiest period of my life, but I had my Gilman days, too. In the 1990s, it was unavoidable if you were under 21, lived in the Bay Area, and waved the punk flag. Rancid was a familiar fixture on Telegraph Avenue and UC Berkeley’s Sproul steps. Lint (as Tim Armstrong liked to call himself back then) would hang out with me at the bus stop outside the Unit 3 dorms on Durant Avenue and talk nutrition. He kept me company during at least one midnight show (Sept. 8, 1993, here), schooling me on Arthur Kay & the Originals and Floyd Lloyd & the Potato 5 while good-naturedly dissing my punk selections. I doubt he remembers that socially awkward and inept teenager, and I’m glad.

Rancid has been filling arenas for over 15 years now but I can’t help but still think of them as a Gilman band. I’ll admit I was absolutely bewildered when I attended a tiny basement punk show in Seoul, Korea, in 2007 and encountered several clean-cut, well-mannered Korean boys wearing freshly pressed Rancid shirts and stiff leather jackets (check out Suckstuff’s bassist in picture below). I knew punk had newly penetrated Korean culture, but shouldn’t they have been sporting Clash or Ramones paraphernalia, something more classic? Heck, even the street markets had racks of Ramones shirts (albeit with no “Ramones” on them). When Suckstuff started playing, however, there was no doubt they were more influenced by the newer end of the punk spectrum.

Ironically, “newer” punk bands like Rancid, Green Day, and Operative Ivy are now in their 20s, just like the ’70s bands (Angelic Upstarts, Menace, Cock Sparrer, the Ramones, the Boys, the Damned) I was thrilled to see as a young adult. I haven’t intentionally listened to Rancid (or Jawbreaker, Crimpshrine, and a bunch of other bands from that same era) since my Gilman days. Something about the maelstrom of conflicting emotions and thoughts they’ll unleash makes it daunting for me to do so. Maybe one day when I’m ready to re-experience the spectacular highs and crushing lows of teenagehood, I’ll make a weekend of it. In the meantime, I’ll just look at these playlists and wince at my lack of musical diversity, my choice of odd segues, and my predilection for Disney tunes.

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Ramones knockoffs, Seoul, Korea | Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT, 33mm, 1/160 sec, f6.3, ISO 200

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Suckstuff, Skunk Hell, Seoul, Korea, 2007 | Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT, 17mm, .6 sec, f8, ISO 400

* = feature play
$ = request

05/03/93: MONDAY 3:30-6am

CRIMPSHRINE – Tomorrow
* OPERATION IVY – Left Behind
JAWBREAKER – Caroline
JOLT – Tilt
TILT – Redemption

* CITIZEN FISH – Disposable Dream
BUGGERALL – Learning How to Smile
SPACEMEN 3 – Just to See You Smile
* AZALIA SNAIL – The Amulet
PRIMAL SCREAM – Shine Like Stars
THE SWIRLIES – Sarah Sitting
MY BLOODY VALENTINE – Soft as Snow

PETER, PAUL & MARY – Leaving on a Jet Plane
MEL TORME – Jeepers Creepers
SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES – Sin in My Heart

* CHIA PET [ladies from Sassy magazine] – Hey Baby
MARY POPPINS soundtrack – Sister Suffragette
THE SLITS – Vindictive
* TRIBE 8 – Crash Crush

* THE QUEERS – Teenage Bonehead
POSTER CHILDREN – Idiot Show
THE PASTELS – Automatically Yours
THE RAMONES – I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
THE GO-GO’S – Vacation

GORILLA BISCUITS – Time Flies
PETER PAN soundtrack – You Can Fly!
* MINDSLAM – Watch You from Afar
* JOHNNY PEEBUCKS & THE SWINGIN’ UTTERS – Scared

SMART E’S – Sesame’s Treat
SESAME STREET soundtrack – Let’s Go Driving
* BUMBLESCRUMP – White Out
RIDE – Close My Eyes
* NO EMPATHY – Chasing the Wild Goose

SCREECHING WEASEL – I Can See Clearly Now
* BARRY ADAMSON – 007, Fantasy Bond Theme
WINNIE THE POOH – The Wonderful Thing about Tiggers
* UTE LEMPER – La Vie en Rose
* THIS MORTAL COIL – Fond Affections

CINDYTALK – The Spirit behind the Circus Dream
$ ERIK SATIE – Trois Gymnopedies
* LEGENDARY PINK DOTS – Encore Une Fois

$ THE SMITHS – Stretch Out & Wait
WYNONA RYDERS – Downtown
PETULA CLARK – Downtown

411 – Naked Face

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05/06/93: THURSDAY 3:30-6am

WHAM! – Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go
* WYNONA RYDERS – No One Ever Listens to Me
SCREECHING WEASEL – Science of the Myth
* MR. T EXPERIENCE – More Than Toast

THE PASTELS – Up for a Bit
CINDERELLA – Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo
* THE QUEERS – Daydreaming
SINEAD O’CONNOR – Someday My Prince Will Come
PINOCCHIO – I’ve Got No Strings
$ GENESIS – Lilywhite Lilith
FRANKIE AVALON – Venus

BOW WOW WOW – Golly Golly Go Buddy
OPERATION IVY – Healthy Body
CULTURE CLUB – I’ll Tumble 4 Ya
* THE REZILLOS – Flying Saucer Attack

* JOHNNY PEEBUCKS & THE SWINGIN’ UTTERS – Smoke Like a …
SPECIAL FORCES – Blitzkrieg Bop
SYD BARRETT – Here I Go
* DOG FACED HERMANS – Peace Warriors

ORNETTE COLEMAN – Tomorrow Is the Question
FRED ASTAIRE – Way You Look Tonight
* UTE LEMPER – Want to Buy Some Illusions
BARBARA STREISAND – Somewhere

DEAD MILKMEN – Takin’ Retards to the Zoo
* P.M. DAWN – I’d Die without You
PRINCE – I Would Die 4 You
MADONNA – Holiday

DROP 19s – Angel
* FLAMING LIPS – Gingerale Afternoon (Astrology of a Saturday)
* MIRANDA SEX GARDEN – My Funny Valentine
* THIS MORTAL COIL – Late Night

* NEW BOMB TURKS – Do the Pop
CIRCLE JERKS – Wasted
* THE VOLUPTUOUS HORROR OF KAREN BLACK – Neighbor Archie: Guy Next Door
JAWBREAKER – Chesterfield King

MICHAEL JACKSON – Rock with You
Casper the Friendly Ghost
ALL – Mary
SLEEPING BEAUTY – Once Upon a Dream
VELVET UNDERGROUND – After Hours

* JOLT – Let It Go
THE CLASH – Bored with the USA
THE ADVERTS – Bored Teenagers
* THE BUSTERS – Rude Vibrations

CHUMBAWUMBA – Shhh…

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05/15/93: SATURDAY 3:30-6am

BUGGERALL – Learning How to Smile
RANCID – I’m Not the Only One
$ BOW WOW WOW – Golly Golly Go Buddy
* THE REZILLOS – Somebody’s Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In
* JOHNNY PEEBUCKS & THE SWINGIN’ UTTERS – Xtra Special Mystery Rezillos Track [“No”]
* LES THUGS – Birthday (Why Didn’t You Come)
* THE QUEERS – Feeling Groovy
SCREECHING WEASEL – I Think We’re Alone Now

BLACK FLAG – TV Party
THE WAITRESSES – Square Pegs
MOON UNIT ZAPPA – Valley Girl
Winnie the Pooh
$ GRATEFUL DEAD – Ripple

* FACTS ABOUT RATS – Go Away
* J-CHURCH – Disappear
* JAWBREAKER – Kiss the Bottle
FRED ASTAIRE – Nice Work if You Can Get It
MEL TORME – Imagination

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN soundtrack – Good Morning
DEXY’S MIDNIGHT RUNNERS – Come on, Eileen
THE KILLJOYS – Johnny Won’t Get to Heaven
SHOP ASSISTANTS – You Trip Me Up

JESUS & MARY CHAIN – My Little Underground
* CHIA PET – Hey Baby
THE GR’UPS – Red Riding Hood
RIGHT SAID FRED – I’m Too Sexy
* DIGABLE PLANETS – Where I’m From
$ DUH – Mr. Mud
$ DINOSAUR JR. – Little Fury Things

* COWS – 39 Lashes
DI – Surfin’ Anarchy
SNFU – Seein’ Life through the Bottom of a Bottle
* MR. T EXPERIENCE – More Than Toast
THE DIDJITS – Give It Back
POSTER CHILDREN – Water

THE JAM – Thick as Thieves (demo)
ADAM & THE ANTS – Prince Charming
* DOG FACED HERMANS – Madame La Mer
* AZALIA SNAIL – Thirsting for More

JOLT – Let It Go
411 – Naked Face

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05/18/93: TUESDAY 3:30-6am
(with Paul Curran)

* FACTS ABOUT RATS – I Don’t Wanna Get Involved with You
* RANCID – The Bottle
THE GR’UPS – Oink
CIRCLE JERKS – Golden Shower of Hits
BLACK FLAG – TV Party

That’s Entertainment
Patty Duke TV show theme
TELEVISION PERSONALITIES – Where’s Bill Grundy Now?
WEST SIDE STORY soundtrack – Cool
* THE MUFFS – Big Mouth
* NE’ER DO WELLS – Where’s Mickey?
TIGER TRAP – For Sure
SINKHOLE – Waterbug

CHUMBAWUMBA – Behave
$ E.L. ME & THE STREET PRODUCTS – I’ve Been Down Too Long
NAUGHTY BY NATURE – Wickedest Man Alive
DELIGHTFUL LIL’ NOTHINGS – Deja Vu

BEAUTY & THE BEAST – Be Our Guest
HAIR soundtrack – Frank Mills
TOM WAITS – Underground
SWEET  BABY JESUS – Year After Year
* STINK – Never Will Forget

$ DIAMANDA GALAS – Malediction
NENA – 99 Luftballoons
* MIRANDA SEX GARDEN – My Funny Valentine
CULTURE CLUB – It’s a Miracle

DURAN DURAN – New Moon on Monday
* J-CHURCH – Open Road
* SUTURE – Pretty Is
* THE 5.6.7.8’s – Edie Is Sweet Candy

THE FLATMATES – On My Mind
THE PRIMITIVES – Crash
PRINCE – Raspberry Beret
THE DICKIES – Nights in White Satin

* COWS – Blown
$ DUH – Mr. Hex
* STEEL POLE BATHTUB – Down All the Days
PINHEAD GUNPOWDER – Keeping Warm in the Nightime
* JAWBREAKER – Kiss the Bottle

SLEEPING BEAUTY – Once Upon a Dream
BUGGERALL – Learning How to Smile
* MR. T EXPERIENCE – Together Tonight
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S soundtrack – Moon River

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