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The Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerWIOX Terry RadiganIf there is hope for our broken nation, out broken beliefs, our broken hearts then it will come in form of Terry Radigan. Listen in and tell me if I’m right.2021-04-2555 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler: Julian FleisherListen in on what becomes of a star musical performer-Julian Fleisher- who has had his stage swept away by the Covidien monster. You’ll be amazed.2021-04-221h 00The Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerWIOX Monica - Lisa MillsListen to the person NASA and DARPA have selected to communicate with Martian Aliens. Don’t be surprised if you discover she lives in Andes and has a few superpowers. Monica-Lisa Mills. BAM.2021-04-2155 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerLeah RinaldiThis evening on the Tickler a person who has refused to accept winter's bone will reveal her secrets. Sharpen the lead in your pencils people. She's a mythical snow melter.2021-03-0458 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerDaniel FriedmanThis evening on The Evening Tickler Daniel Friedman will explore love’s fabric one stitch at a time.2021-03-0359 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerDerek CurlDerek Curl. The Man -The Myth -The Legend. Listen to him speak like a Boss.2021-03-021h 11The Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerTickler Kristin Schneider JankeListen to a young girl thrown into a world of political strife that’s taken the life of her father. As she strives to understand what to fight for in a world of monsters she finds a war horse, who unlike the unicorn, uses its powers to fight. We explore what it is to be human on the Tickler with Kristin Schneider Janke’s book in progress.2021-01-1058 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Mike StroudThe Evening Tickler takes the shroud of mystery off Stroud. His hand is reveled to be not unlike a piece of the true cross. Whatever it touches becomes deified with truth and beauty...sometimes a touch of vomit. Pour a field jar of vodka and sit back folks.2020-12-2057 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Johnny AppleseedOut of the cold, quiet dirt the long dead Johnny Appleseed joins the Evening Tickler. Through the smell of fermented fruit Johnny shares secrets and insights. Never underestimate what an American Myth becomes after a few hundred years of rot.2020-12-1557 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Jess DamuckIt is true that for a brief season she walked among us Bovinians. The man, the myth, the legend ... Jess Damuck. Greatness, as you will learn, comes with a price. Greatness as you will learn takes the form of the tomato. Greatness in the food business, as you will learn, puts on weight unless you give your days to three hour breakfast salads. Huh??? Bottom line ... listen in to a creature too sexy for her frying pan.2020-12-1156 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Perquina LovelyWho's walking down the streets of the city? Smiling at everybody she meets? Who's giving thoughts that touch what is tender? Everyone knows it's Perquina Lovely. Become the woman/man you always were afraid to be with these real life lessons in living an achievable perfection.2019-02-1400 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Joe AponteEarly evening soap-opera 'Goldenrod' returns to Channel Tickler with chef Joe Aponte (played by veteran Portuguese character actor Luís Miguel Cintra) cauterizing the emotional tragedy of a childhood spent on Long Island watching NY Islanders games from between the swaying knees of ladies in bars called Mynx's Cabaret and Forbidden Fruit. Everything appears to be going to plan until a batch of over-fermented squash blossom sorbet reacts strangely with milkweed thistle frond tempura. Darkness descends, a customer wails that the shaved bluestone is getting stuck in his gizzard; and Joe is on his knees, brandishing his reamer like a p...2018-08-1100 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Katie PhelanIt took us more than a year; we ran, hid behind bushes, applied aboriginal makeup to our faces and genitals, whetted our flint-tip upon Catskill bluestone. And now, finally, we're poised on one leg, ready to throw a Tickler spear at the unsuspecting wallaby that is the Catskills Food Scene. You can hardly blame us for keeping quiet when every other fucker north of Canarsie has been giddily blowing bubbles through the Kool-Aid for the last five years. But hey, we're here. And what more charming marsupial to inaugurate our hunter-gatherer javelin upon than Katie Phelan, chef, baker, finder, farmer...2018-07-1600 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Jon Bowermaster'He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he ...' Except it wasn't skinny. It was firm and tanned and its wrist likely bore a ’40s Gallet Chronograph. The Tickler invites Jon Bowermaster to its wedding and he arrives sporting an albatross. Surprisingly, it's a stylish bird, all the better to eat us with. And thus, ornithologically attired, with sloping masts and dipping prow, he takes us on a voyage down the slippery Inferno of the Hudson River. Death, derision, crude oil, hissing seams of shale, oozing rods of plutonium, CFC's, PCB's, BBC's, the AM, th...2018-06-0700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Siobhan Barrett Celebrates Mother's DayMothers Day. Join The Tickler as we compose our own audio accompaniment to all those Instagram Mama posts that touched your heart. Nature Mama, Mountain Mama, Hip Mama; sage down your beanbags, stuff Banyan and Linden under the Tiny Love Meadow Days Mobile and namaste over to the wireless, where Siobhan Barrett will be tearing the covers off Spiritual Midwifery, Birthing from Within and What to Expect When You're Expecting and stuffing them in the blender with a pint of bottom-shelf tequila and a couple of strips of Sudafed Pain and Mucus. Suck it through a straw, snort it, make...2018-05-2100 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Tim Duerden“A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen.” Listen, Stranger, as The Tickler dons Agatha Christie's twin-set and pearls, sets out across the moor to discover what dark Illuminati tentacles caused a stocky, tousle-haired gentleman from the flatlands of Suffolk to be consigned by history to tell the tale of a mountainous region of upstate New York replete with mad-eyed Scotsmen whose toothlessness rattled down the generations like a golfball on the stairs. Tim Duerden - historian, lecturer, semi-professional Englishman, 1970's apprentice centre-half for Grimsby Town, dead-ringer for Charles Inga...2018-05-1700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Dan FinnLegend tells of a child that tumbled from the rear door of a 1968 wood-sided Ford Country Squire, barreling along the red roads of a Catskills summer; that vanished into the wild parsnip, its absence only noticed by Mr and Mrs Finn the following Thursday when young Danny failed to turn up at Mrs Hilson's for his Bach cantata. Dan Finn. Raised by Fisher Cats in the hills above Crescent Valley, escaped to Brooklyn on a raft made of knotweed stalks bound with ladies' smalls stolen from the Burns sisters' washing-line. The only convict known to have willingly returned to the...2018-05-0200 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Derek CurlWhat happens when a man in his prime, at the barrel-chested height of his powers, turns his back on the Faustian bargain he has foresworn and walks away? Attempts to slip Mephistopheles' noose, slackens his grip on sex, power, money, and embarks upon a solitary expedition across the Sahara of his own soul? He ends up just outside of Delancey sporting a plump tab at Wild Common Wines and a hundredweight of Kleenex. Ladies and Gentleman, Derek Curl. Filmmaker, powerbroker, raconteur, Wayside habitué and self-confessed recovering Monster. The sort of man you'd expect to greet you on his porch in a...2018-04-2600 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler - ZDelaware County is no country for old men. The young in one another's arms, birds in the trees, the salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas. And therefore Steve and Julian have sailed the seas and come to the holy city of Byzantium. Meet Z. You might have met her almost anywhere. On a riverboat chugging up the Congo with Placido Domingo and a dwarf. Spelunking the catacombs under Hagia Sophia. A bar in Puerto Montt carving the flourish of her initial into a sea-captain's wooden leg. Z. Zorro. Zipporah, wife of Moses, ancestor of the Druze. Instead, you're meeting her upon the...2018-04-2000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Peter CrosbyA week haunting the abandoned copper mines of old Cumbria finds the Tickler back in Roxbury once again, wrapping a delightful noodle around its fork. Peter Crosby, photographer, filmmaker, erstwhile cricketer and demon berber of Harrogate, London, Australia, Newcastle, Zurich, Moscow, Paris and New York, now finds his bottle bobbing in the flotsam of Livingston Manor, which is close to where Bovina Farmer finds it whilst wandering the strand at the Wayside Tap Room on Locals' Night. He bends down, plucks it from the spume, fag ends, empty Gatorade bottles and sundry detritus of other shipwrecks, and pops it in...2018-04-1700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Betty PowellNo cult can thrive if it turns its back on new members. But equally, the cult that opens its doors to every passing noodle will soon be a cult no more. The Branch Bovinians are scrupulous in sniffing out new victims. Meet Betty Powell. Initially indoctrinated by her son Neil (Underlord of the Sigil of Baphomet 2010-2013, and expert in the pseudosacramental use of urine), Betty proved herself a quick learner in her own right. Within a couple of months of arriving from Kentucky, she had the wiggly handshake down and was well on her way with the breast baring...2018-03-2700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Ellen CrawfordThe kraken wakes. Like squid, Steve and Julian heave from the inky depths of a Catskills winter, their giant eyes bulging, their mantles barnacled and studded with old Gatorade bottles. Through the last fathom they spy the shimmering image of Ellen Crawford, perched upon a rock above the Little Delaware combing her golden hair and singing the kind of song that gladdens all six hearts of two lovesick squid. Pull up a stool at the bar of the Sailors Arms, order up a flagon of ale and a packet of Walker's Cheese & Onion, eavesdrop on two crusty cephalopods plying the...2018-03-2600 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Do Not Go GentleOnce every few months a cleft opens up in the Catskills landscape whereby so much occult strangeness has seeped into the lives of the Brothers Tickler, there simply isn't space for a third kneeler at their communion. On these occasions - usually after enforced separation - the last two remaining Bovina Trappists don cassock and surplice, jimmy the locks off the tabernacle and go at the sacraments like Elvis at an all-you-can-eat peanut butter banana and bacon buffet. Tiptoe into the cathedral, take a pew at the back as Frère Steve chants a tender Dies irae to his father a...2018-03-0500 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Daryl KovalichHaving firmly established Delaware County to be a refugee camp for displaced peasants from the ravaged villages of Advertising, The Tickler attempts to elucidate what professional lock of God's beard (or ring of Satan's rectum) survivors are assigned when the 'visual assets' have dried up. First kebab on the skewer: lovely, shy but suspiciously wicked Daryl Kovalich, who comes to the table with healing powers and an understanding of the Tarot that could never have been gleaned from flogging anxiety to the terminally anxious. Is it possible to devote one's sophomore squirts to the Service of Mammon, only to see...2018-02-2600 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Kirby OlsonIn the tradition of Scott and Shackleton, of Amundsen and Franklin, an expedition has been mooted. The Tickler has found a crack in the seamless immensity of the Catskills glacier, and we're going down it. Our guide? Affable, soft-spoken, glitteringly sly and faintly priestly Kirby Olson. Tender Virgil to our twin Dantes. Listen in awe as the Inferno reveals itself to be flat, frozen, featureless, without end. It's disorienting; you know you're heading South, but it feels North. A plain without a feature, bare and brown, no blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood, nothing to eat and nowhere to...2018-01-3000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Heather RollandBovina Center, December 24th, 2017. The Tickler has been commissioned to fashion the annual Bovina Center Village Nativity Scene, but procrastination and the absence of Google Maps in the Valley of Lost Souls has left us all shepherds and no virgin. A carrier pigeon is dispatched up Bramley Mountain. In a flash Heather Rolland dons her Madonna wimple and is Subaru'd to Roxbury, where she crouches like a silverback at the WIOX scrimmage-line: holy quarterback, poised to receive the messianic pig's bladder. 'Hut-hut' and Bovina Farmer is galumphing down the touchline like a carthorse, sandals slapping, Joseph tea-towel billowing in the...2018-01-2300 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Carol SpinelliSteve and Julian invite Carol Spinelli over to share a magnum of Thunderbird and a nice game of Monopoly. Carol pulls the ruse of nailing the oranges on the left and greens on the right; no sooner have you paid up for landing on St James Place than your ass is being torched on Pennsylvania Avenue. Within minutes Steve is black-lipped and potted, clinging to his Get Out of Jail Free card and mumbling about retiring to a crack house on Baltic. Having failed to win second prize in a beauty contest, Julian is forced to sell Boardwalk. Carol puts...2017-11-0700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Laura SilvermanImagine Waiting for Godot taken by the scruff of its neck and retooled: five wearisome minutes in, woman enters at a brisk clip, listens to Vladimir and Estragon chundering into their beards, rolls her eyes, tells them to shut the fuck up and proceeds to get something done. Interval, wine, no need for Act II. Masterpiece of the Absurd it may not be. Exercise in Existential Pragmatism it is. With Bonfire Night on the horizon, Laura Silverman- Marketing All-Star and doyenne of The Outside Institute - crosses county lines to squint at the scrofulous old Guy Fawkes dolls propped up...2017-11-0700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • David CovellSo the blind truth is; the Tickler candles are never set, the crystal never polished; Steve says they are, but that's just the hanging chads of his hoary past, a threadbare nostalgia for wealth. There's no crystal. There's a raw 60 watt bulb over a kitchen table with a plastic tablecloth, a couple of World's Greatest Dad mugs filled to the meniscus with flat lambrusco and an overflowing ashtray. It's a lean-to in the valley of lost souls, a tea house for the damned. So how astonishingly lovely to have a true gentleman pop by and not mention the smell of...2017-11-0100 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Marc HundleyWhen you board the Medusa to set sail on the voyage of life, you have no idea which of the passengers and crew you will end up clinging to the life-raft with. Let alone who will subsequently be shot by officers, eaten by sharks, tossed overboard or shaved into jerky. Who are the final fifteen? Meet Marc Hundley, everybody's favourite shipwreck-mate: what better antidote to having your foot cannibalized by some Catweazle vagrant, than gazing across the disintegrating pontoon at Marc's beatific face, whistling Buffy Sainte-Marie and whittling birch twigs into ersatz pencils. On a diet of Virginia Woolf and...2017-10-2000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Alex WilsonWARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS PERTINENT INFORMATION AND ELEMENTS OF SINCERITY THAT REGULAR LISTENERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE. Nose-curling subjects of actual interest include financing local grass-fed beef for Andes schoolchildren, establishing and maintaining small-businesses in the Catskills, community integration, the emerging identity of American cider, suppositories as a genre of home-entertainment. Steve asks real questions, Wayside's Alex Wilson provides insightful answers, Julian ruminates thoughtfully; all in an atmosphere almost completely devoid of schoolboy tittering and puerile scatology. The message appears to be: go to Wayside's Tap Room in Andes if you are looking for a convivial experience, to eat and drink...2017-10-1800 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Miriam ThomJulian went to Kingston, but the rains came, the river rose and the ferryman shook his head. Steve and Miriam stared into the fog from the western bank of the Little Delaware; then slowly moved away together toward Roxbury, with stick and dog. Alone in his Crofter's Cottage high above the Rondout, Julian tuned his wireless in to 91.3 and witnessed Steve and Miriam cooing like turtle-doves on love, life, the world, its wife. And Julian was sad. Not for Steve's hoary baritone so much as the fresh velveteen loveliness of Miriam's musings. Like perfume from another room or a Chopin...2017-10-1700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • The Grim ReaperFollowing the unexpected absence of their scheduled guest, Steve and Julian are joined at the table by The Grim Reaper, who brings along his friends the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, fresh from a sold-out gig on the seventh ring of Satan's rectum. Together they sip Lambrusco and mull over the issues of the moment; the inevitability of death, suffering, pain, cancer, automobile accidents, the journey to Auschwitz, genocide in Rwanda, festering boils, the smell in the crease where the thigh meets the torso, the absence of God, famine, an indifferent universe, the Candiru fish of the Amazon that lodges...2017-10-0200 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Peter MayerBoard the Ghost Train with Steve and Julian, hurtle sideways through the corrugated mind of celebrated Graffiti Dog artist Peter Mayer. Like listening to three octopuses dancing to Vivaldi at 45 rpm on vacuum cleaners in the Sistene Chapel during a paintball marathon sponsored by Ludwig II of Bavaria. Or a chainsaw running through the Encyclopedia Britannica. Wear goggles to avoid splatter. If you smell burnt toast, stop immediately, seek medical assistance.2017-09-1500 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Peter SchjeldahlLike three gurning codgers outside a Provençal pissoir, Steve, Peter and Julian leer at passers-by whilst ruminating upon the events of a rainy but euphoric Bovina Farm Day. The crowds, the mud, stray fingers on the hay ride and a whiff of nepotism scented in the Best Apple Pie. Look, Stranger on the only rural backwater in the western hemisphere that can boast a Scarecrow Contest judged by the art critic at The New Yorker. And with a throbbing Tom & Jerry-style thumb to boot, the result of a reckless weekend encounter with a hawthorn bush. By turns merry, irascible a...2017-09-1200 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Carolyn DowdRoxbury, Sunday evening. Like in 'On the Beach', staring at Seattle through a periscope; no sign of life. A black VW GTI makes its way up River Street, pulls to a halt outside the Masonic Temple. Out steps Carolyn Dowd in white sneakers, cradling a Salem 100. The darkness crumbles away. She comes, like St Agatha, from Catania, Sicily, with her boobs on a plate and a message of faith, hope and resistance. Halcyon weeks spent among the 'New Europeans' - refugees from Cameroon, Mali, Nigeria, Eritrea, and Senegal on the southernmost shores of Italy. Watch what happens when Steve and...2017-09-0400 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Rob HowardIn an effort to mitigate the discomfort of a promised colonoscopy, Rob Howard shuffles up to the Tickler stable with hot nuts and two cryogenically chilled bottles of champagne. Initially, Joe Burnett and the Virgin are too consumed with their own immaculate honking to notice: but Rob persists, pulling the baby from the manger and dangling it out of the window in a move worthy of Michael Jackson. Tales of the Dalai Lama, near-death experiences in Mexico and Oprah and of a world embraced by a mighty Canadian bear-hug, only serve to confirm Hamlet's truism - 'that one may smile...2017-08-3000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Julian FleisherSummer begins to roll up its awning as The Tickler makes its baptismal foray into song; Julian Fleisher - cackling midwife of WNYC's 'The Naked American Songbook' - shoulders his backwoods birthing utensils and proceeds to tickle every orifice with knitting needles, a two-foot length of rubber hose and a necklace of gin-soaked juniper berries. In the words of Noël Coward 'the taste of which was filthy, but the after-effects divine'. Music, laughter, mawkish sincerity, scurrilous gossip, smiles and tears. You'll be in floods of 'em.2017-08-2400 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • King MottGets fast quick, as natural selection is played out in the murky closet at WIOX. Coyote barks at fish, fish bellows at coyote, deer looks on unmoved. Steve and Julian welcome King Mott to the table and gasp in astonishment as he takes to the thesaurus of political science with a chainsaw. Listen to them squeal like schoolgirls as the taxonomy of gender is sliced and diced like scallops on the hibachi. It's the only dining room for a hundred miles around where Christocentric anal intercourse can be deftly twirled round a fork without splattering the wallpaper. Finally somebody squashes...2017-08-1800 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Evan the ForagerThis week finds Steve and Julian shuffling nervously in a forest glade, waiting for Evan the Forager to emerge from the ferns like Bilbo Baggins, milkweed thistle in his beard and a carp in his trousers. Like the Ancient Mariner, he holds them with his skinny hand and they listen like a three years' child. Foraging, it turn out, is a thing. Its firebreaks lead to Brooklyn and storied Viennese publishing houses. Poaching ground-squirrels from the Squire's grouse-moors and Newport butts from the PriceChopper car park? Think again. Evan the Forager will disabuse you. But you will have to put...2017-08-0900 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Joe DeSalvoNever content to be dawdling in the zeitgeist, Tickler Industries inaugurates National Mooch week by making Joe DeSalvo an offer he can't refuse. Finger focaccie, backwashed Lanzarote rosé and an industrial-strength existential colonic over the black vinyl couch at WIOX. Staring down the tunnel of his own destiny, Joey (The Landrover)D turns state's evidence and sings like an altar boy about Bovina, love, fashion and where the bodies were dumped. He now lives in a motel outside Sydney Center under the name Murray Schwartzbaum.2017-08-0100 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Anita Graf von SchoenbornWith cow shit still encrusted behind its ears The Tickler takes a moment to dip its toe into the shimmering stream of the La Traviata set. Julian, fresh from fopping round Europe like Maria Callas, rejoins La Stupenda Burnett to plunder their operatic myths and those of our own Violetta Valéry, Anita Graf von Schoenborn. Hotels and humans with names like Prussian grocery lists, halcyon days when the yachts pulled out of San Tropez drawn by teams of Nubians leaping from the water, glittering like dolphins. This and more, fueled by crustless nachos and Mike's Hard Lemonade from the R...2017-07-2400 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Winnie Richards & Noah DoughertyView from the 18th floor. In a departure from the usual panoply of geriatrics and bedwetters, Steve and Julian welcome the veal calves of the Bovina herd to the WIOX salt lick. Winnie Richards and Noah Dougherty, 18 years old and astride the rubicon of adulthood. What fresh hell to have been born at sea and weaned on the Raft of the Medusa? 'Day after day, day after day, we stuck, nor breath nor motion; as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean'? The Ancient Mariners go after Ship's Boy and Monkey with oven mitts and tongs ...2017-06-1400 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Kim ChouA cautionary tale about what happens when you add methamphetamine to the aloo gobi. In the absence of leavening force from Steve, Julian tags Tickler veteran Taylor Foster to powerslam Food Book Fair's Kim Chou on matters of work, love. life and unhappiness. A master of the counterpunch, she responds with folding metal chair to the back of the head. Verbal WWF performed by The Chipmunks. If food and men are your bag of potatoes, this spud's for you.2017-06-0800 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Gary SimmonsSquire of Mountain Brook, the John Burroughs of Butt End, uncontested Scion of the Cult of Gary. His are the only chickens for a hundred miles fed on malt liquor and camembert, guaranteed to bring a dose of louche giddiness to your over-easies. Steve and Raw Dog go at him with a coat-hanger and knitting needles and are fended off with the grace and panache you'd expect from a conversational D'Artagnan. Tables are overturned, they swing on chandeliers; and in the end, as expected, it's All for Gary and Gary for All ...2017-05-2600 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Sara GlickSara Glick mounts the WIOX staircase like Liberty at the barricade, with Steve and Raw Dog, sans culottes, in her wake. Like all good examinations, it starts with rubber gloves and ends in epiphany, scouring all nooks and crannies between. Kardashians, Kant, faith versus will, eye-boogers, vagi-slips, dark meat. It's murky and damp, but don't worry; Sara has a headlamp and galoshes.2017-05-2000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Doug PerrettIn which double-agent Doug Perrett is asked to depict the immaculate conception of the Delco. brand, along with conceptions less immaculate behind dumpsters in public settings under cover of darkness. Taste the Dharma of Doug; including the Eight Stages of Giving a Fuck, from 'totally do' to 'guess how fucking many I don't'. Give your ears the gift of a 60 minute passport to the upper chambers of the Delco. underbelly.2017-05-1300 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Jan BrayIn which local thugs kidnap Jan Bray from Russells Store, roll her in a rug and drive her to Roxbury. She talks all the way. Held to ransom at WIOX, she shape-shifts from mermaid to sphinx to meerkat to Oracle of Del(p)hi. Steve and Julian wrestle with her like a Yorkshireman wrestles ferrets in his underpants. Inevitably, Jan wins, and is reinstated on her throne, fireside at Russells.2017-05-0800 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Jenny NealSomeone forgot to put the potassium bromide in the WIOX tea. Jenny, Steve and Julian tumble backward down the barber-pole of time to the school playground; where they huddle in the corner for an hour tittering over the diagrams in a first-form human biology textbook. It's a scrotum supernova. The squeals of delight prove a little taxing for their gerontic crevices, so there's leakage and some staining. But nothing a hot wash and Persil won't put right. There's buttered toast, sticky fingers and lashings of ginger beer.2017-04-2600 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Kevin BenderIn anticipation of spring, The Tickler straps saddlebags of rocket fuel to its thighs and goes into orbit with Kevin Bender. There are UFO's over Bobcat, zombies on Lee Hollow and any post-apocalypse ne'er-do-wells planning on taking Bramley Mountain are going to be picking Burnett or Bender lead out of their ass. This is the episode where City Mouse meets Country Mouse meets Mouse from Planet Zob. Only in America, ladies and gentlemen.2017-04-1800 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Karliane PerryIn which Steve, Karliane and Julian each choose their weapons and go at it like velociraptors on heat. The ensuing verbal melee 'eschews traditional forms', deliberately employing 'controlled chance' in serial composition. if you're making kedgeree with everything in the fridge, this is the one for you. It makes up for its colonies of warts by being beautiful on the inside.2017-04-1000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Amy SokolSpring is upon us like a new winter. Time to remove last October's long-johns and enter the human fray. Amy Sokol, nymph savant of the Catskills, pries the lid off the Delaware County 'lifestyle' scene, and we learn that the road to buttworms is littered with AA batteries. Steve pledges himself to Julian's Jonestown cult as lead enforcer and attorney general. Amy whinnies.2017-04-0400 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Ray LaFeverWhereby Steve's Catskill Mountain Focaccia catalyzes fluent Italian to issue forth from the lips of famed local historian Ray LaFever, while Julian minces around the table in gold lamé velveteen stockings and recalls his boarding school years. Laughter. Tears.2017-03-2700 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Mark OheIn which Steve slips into a thong and tenderly probes local resident (and long-time Creative Director at Matador Records) Mark Ohe about his twenty year relationship with Julian. Stops along the way include Baffin Island, Nepal, Venice and of course Delaware County.2017-03-2000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Taylor FosterWhereby model, baker and on-again-off-again Bovina resident is nibbled to her wishbone over crack-infused margaritas, focaccia and hot and sour soup. She defends herself with medicinal brownies, but there are ghosts in the machine; silences, shrieks and a whole mess of tittering.2017-02-0500 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Carver Farrell and Vida EhnSteve is waylaid by an unholy cocktail of proctology and pig farming, so Julian is forced to fly solo. En route he picks up Swedish hitchhiker Vida and the weird glowering dude who always stands on the corner of Pink Street and Route 6. Together they board The Raft of The Medusa and triangulate over Janssons Frestelse, lemon ice cream and prosecco until Vida finds Carver eating her foot and it all ends in tears.2016-12-3000 minThe Evening TicklerThe Evening TicklerThe Evening Tickler • Megan O'NeillSteve and Julian explore the crevices of the cosmos from a cold dark corner of the Catskills using only three chairs, plastic forks and a shared dinner. Episode One: in which surprise guest Megan is force-fed scabs and bits of mummy, before revealing the dark secret of 'Glade in a Sock'.2016-12-2800 min