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Episode 207 - "Michael Jackson was an Inside Job"

Obviously, fair listeners of this fairest of podcasts, the tribunal this week were awestruck by the news of Michael Jackson passing away. As much as we may joke on air or on Twitter about his legacy, the fact of the matter is he inspired both Randy and myself to be musicians in his own way. In fact, one of my earliest memories was him dancing with a claymation bunny of himself in Moonwalker:



Many apologies to Will Vinton as, in the heat of our live improvised roundtable, we accidentally attributed that scene to Tim Burton's direction. In hindsight, it could have only been crafted by the genius behind the California Raisins.

It seems the Internet is using Philippians Prisoners as their go-to tribute to the King of Pop, and who are we to deny a bandwagon:



As most geeks have this week, with the recent release of the video game "sequel" and its airing on free TV over the weekend, we discuss the merits of Ghostbusters 2 versus its originator. The consensus was certainly positive, but much like the rest of this week's episode, a key focal point was the music. In this case: Bobby Brown's On Our Own, the theme to Ghostbusters 2. Because the original video is both laughably bad and unembeddable as long as Universal Music doesn't understand the concept of blogs giving their artists free publicity, here's a fan-made tribute to both the movie and song:



Continuing the musical trend to its invariable conclusion: Taylor Swift's crotch. After I commented on my initial reactions to her episode of Crossroads with Def Leppard, I seem to have struck a chord with at least one internet vaginal enthusiast. Here's a sample of my inspiration, her "performing" Photograph with the British Boys:



And just to make sure Baker's girlfriend is always on watch for those pesky Ferret skirt chasers, Ferret Dance!



And lastly, the celebrity apocalypse that seems to be happening around us claimed yet another between recording and posting of this episode. Here is a tribute to Billy Mays, as only we can: