About Us

The Story Behind Our Podcast

Behind The Mic

Jim Creahan

Show Host

Jim Creahan is the man behind the mic, the one with the questions, and the one who does a majority of the research. Jim is a South Buffaloian who strives to archive western New York history.

“Here’s a guy that’s been half way around the world without a drivers license” – Stretch

Mark Barrett​

Co-Host / Producer / Musical Director

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Kevin “Chef” Trevean

Social Media Guru

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About Our Show

Licensed to Talk is a Western New York podcast for regular Western New Yorkers’ where you can laugh and maybe learn something. The show is hosted by Jim Creahan.

Licensed to Talk goes all around Western New York finding guests on a wide variety of subjects.

From time to time the boys dial up the hotline to catch up with guests that have moved away or have a connection to Western New York.

Licensed to Talk always strives to promote Western New York and our valuable sponsors.

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Steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me.

When I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countles