WECW
City of license Elmira, New York
Broadcast area Elmira-Corning area
Slogan The Sound of Elmira College
Frequency 107.7 MHz
Format Independent
ERP 9 watts
HAAT -103.0 meters
Class D
Facility ID 19446
Transmitter coordinates 42°5′48.00″N 76°49′0.00″W / 42.09667°N 76.81667°W / 42.09667; -76.81667
Former callsigns WECW-FM
Owner Elmira College

WECW (107.7 FM) is a radio station broadcasting a contemporary hit radio format. Licensed to Elmira, New York, USA. The station is currently owned by Elmira College.[1]

Current radio personalities include the Fiendish Doctor Wu (Funk Pretender) and Judge Love (President of Binky's). They can often be found at Binky's after their Friday show harassing the locals. Although they been noted for giving out autographs and being polite to fans, one source reports that they are mean to children and have been seen kicking a dog.

They speak in a very "interesting" manner when on air, using phrases and nick names to discuss things that would be confusing and unknown to a causal listener. This amateur radio station often has slow changes, occasional dead air, erratic volume, and a variety of other technological debockles. It would appear from what you hear on the show that Doctor Wu is responsible for the technology aspects and more often than not, when a problem occurs Judge Love follows with some critical comments that seem to amuse them both. There are always one or two announcements during the show that for the most part are insignificant and are nothing more than foil that allow them to poke fun at people they seem to know.

They mostly play an variety of Funk, Soul, and Rock but there are times when some oddballs such as Blink 182 and Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears make it on air and seem to mystify Judge Love.

Joining the Facebook scene in mid February of 2012, "Doctor Wu and Judge Love" have started to expand their fan base with promotional based themes and gimmicks offering concert tickets to followers as well as autographed 8x10 head-shots, complete with certificate of authenticity. While most of the topics on their Facebook page use the same phrases and nicknames that you hear on air, there are the occasional wild leg tangents that seem to go nowhere. With 77 likes to date (May 25th 2012) the sky is the limit.

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Podcasts:

PLAYLIST TIME:

My World

by: O.C.

Uh, yeah y'know, shit is wild he, heh
Can't complain though I'm alive
Healthy and all a that knahmsayin?
Just tryin' to do my thang, praise to all
Bust it that nigga Slick Rick said, I waited long time sweatin' it
I got jerked but now I'm gettin' it, hazy like asthma bizarre disaster
Stress almost held me down from bein' a master
The faster preacher, poet, a teacher, it's been so long like Monifah
Believe that I'm needed, in rappin', I breathe this
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award winning your shit, I'm bored with it
Stop copy-catting son
(Why?)
'Cause your dog did it
Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle
Ten years later you be bitin' my single
Primo, take it downtown, swing it
Intervenin' on the board, sensimil steamin', yeah
Catch the vibe like a tribal dance
In the clubs on the low with the boy stance
Money rubbin' with a shorty got bumped by a chump
Tell him, step off, I'm doin' the hump, yeah
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped
Some wish that I was gone 'cause they know I'ma win
In a minute, I'll be makin' six G's times ten
I'm the computer, printin' out data take notes
Then analyze the information and press send
Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no
Obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin' a hoe
Me and the mic double trouble
Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable
Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out
Had the same effects from coughin', blowin' smoke out
Architect, rap technician, man listen
It's no doubt you gonna pump this in your system
My skills ill and all of that above
Confidence, I'm not worried 'bout a street buzz
I'm O.C., who you? I never heard of ya
Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfuckin' murderer
I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car
A wife who's never been a bimbo
Too much to ask, well, to me that's simple
Wanna retire on a yacht called the S. S. Minnow
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
Top choice, this here nigga got poise
Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise
I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye
You stand astounded wonderin' how I did it
Now you're star struck, like I truck gold
Treatin' me like a nigga havin' a million records sold
Now a star child, phenomenon like the X-Files
Rappers know I'm comin' so they go in exile
Czar in this rap shit, comin' on your mattress
Microphone fiend, I make beats do back flips
Fear me like genocide, serious
How I do it through your stereo, mysterious
O.C. do demolition, nil competition
Like robot Kong on a destroy mission
A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath
I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest
Who the best from New York to Bogota?
Who got face thinkin' they scare me with a scar, shit?
What I be bringin' is a terrible sight
A performance never again performed on the mic
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
I say it's my world and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped




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