75 minutes | Jul 15, 2020

Ep57: 1998 - Nat Tate Is Real vs. The "Royal Albert Hall" Concert or The Soy Bowm of 1998

Jake: Well, here we go with another totally normal, on-point, focused edition of Bowie vs. Dylan!  What do you say, Chaz? Chaz: I'd say that you've already gotten us off track by listing too many adjectives to describe how lean and mean this episode, which is live right now, is going to be.  JAKE. Jake: You're one to talk!  You could have just said "lean", it's clear, but you just HAD to stick a rhyme scheme in that makes your statement neither lean NOR mean. Chaz: Well, according to my calculations, before I even said anything, my Podcast Brevity Algorithm, PBA for short, patent pending, suggested that we were on track for a 61 minute episode, which as we've discussed at length, is unacceptable.  But now that you've RUINED EVERYTHING ALREADY, we might as well delve into as many tangents as humanly possible, I mean, it's only natural. Jake: You know, that reminds me of a time when I thought I was on a tangent, but I was actually talking about what I meant to talk about.  The year was 2009 and I had just almost murdered a...crap, I forgot to press record again, we'll have to start over, we've been talking for 90 minutes with no podcast. Chaz: I can't even look at you.  I'm blocking your FaceTime video while I start this 1998 edition of Bowie vs. Dylan. (big sigh)...Okay, ladies and gentleman, IIIIII'M Charlie, and IIIIII like- Jake: WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!?!?!?  Chaz, turn your FaceTime back on!!! Chaz: I hate you so much!  Wait, what?  It's a topless man doing a strangely hypnotic dance full of odd moves and contortions!  Where'd he even come from?  How is he interrupting a podcast? And what's that written on his chest? Jake: Looks like...BOWIE.NET BOMB? Chaz: It's the future of the internet, on this edition of Bowie vs. Dylan.
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