Tiger Balm is nothing but everything is Tiger Balm. Does Tiger Balm fit well with decrepit old women with mouth ulcers, young children buying soda-pops at the supermarket or my left foot? You could ask a scholar, but he may not understand the question. Tiger Balm is the feeling you
get when you are drunk and merchants throw chickens at you. It is a small street in Cracow inhabited only by a circus elephant named Brad. How many times has Tiger Balm lain, silent in its bed and staring at the roof, dreaming of a black and white photo of a paralytic George Bush or an Arabian sea-horse, gasping for breath? Plenty. Tiger Balm is the ocean's breeze hitting the fence of a senator's beach house, the sound of a thousand squirrels chirping old Roxette B-sides. Should we cry for Tiger Balm? No. Tiger Balm asks nothing of us, only that it is fondled occasionally and given cheese puffs when thirsty. Tiger Balm has sacrificed its favorite pillow for us. Few have lost their pen with a true belief in Tiger Balm's ability to play the clarinet, and for that we must be thankful.

tiger balm. a radio show starring tim potter, chris berg and tim bathurst.

sat 6am-9am. three shows may 26, june 2, and june 9
 

    On SYN FM 94.9