I Just Can't Get Enough. Oh, Wait, Yes I Can.

Very strange to walk into a Barnes and Noble at 9:30 on a Wednesday morning and hear - at a decent volume - Depeche Mode's Just Can't Get Enough followed by Def Leppard's Hysteria. Heck, it was a galldarn pleasure after my weekend of shopping in which I suffered deplorable pre-programmed retail schlock, the best of which was Beyonce shrilling shrieking in my ear as I tried on shoes, and the worst of which sounded like dollar bin rejects from Lite FM mashed-up with the background music for late night adult phone line infomercials with tuned-up vocals by Akon wannabes.

Is this what copyright law has done to us? Forced us to endure terrible, terrible in-store music when all we want to do is buy a new pair of jeans and some sunglasses?