WMXZ (95.9 FM, "Mix 96") is a radio station licensed to Isle of Palms, South Carolina, USA, serving the South Carolina Lowcountry. The station is owned by Apex Broadcasting, Inc. WMXZ airs a hot adult contemporary format. The station's studios are located in Charleston (east of the Cooper River) and the transmitter tower is in West Ashley, South Carolina.
In 2012, WMXZ commenced HD Radio service with 99.3 The Box on the HD2 channel, featuring Urban and R&B music.
Vic Whetstone owned WWBD in Bamberg, South Carolina for 25 years. Miller Communications, a company based in Sumter, South Carolina, acquired it in 2003. It then became a classic rock station as "Bad Dog 95.7". In September 2005, WWBD upgraded from 6,000 to 25,000 watts with a new 500-foot tower in Canaan. In 2006, WWBD changed to country music as "Outlaw 95.7" but listeners overwhelmingly demanded that Bad Dog return, so it did after four months. In June 2007, Miller applied for a change in the city of license to Isle of Palms near Charleston but said Bad Dog would stay in Orangeburg.
I can see my teenage father standing straight on a
desolate corner,
in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of
America,
I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her
husband was dying,
and that underground heroes of the tarmac
shooting smack were blowing up worlds
and Damned out loud,
he, can you tell me how does it feel?
yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything that you don't have to?
well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me
when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,
my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying,
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now
we're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman
candles,
on an endless graveyard train
yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing
anything just 'cuz you want to?
well, that's just what I do so hooray for me
yeah, I was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning,
car black, when she told me "mad and meaningless as
ever..",
and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of
respectable existence
oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, and never sensible,
I've been incredible so damned irascible