Releasing limited edition artwork with a CD-R labeled "For Legal Reasons, enclosed CD-R contains no music. Use it as you will." Brilliant. 

Danger Mouse = cat. 

Music industry = mouse.

Streaming on NPR.

Walking home from the subway, lugging a heavy hard drive on one shoulder and a new pair of shoes on the other, I heard a woman belting - belting! - Home On The Range in a glorious operatic voice, vibrato thick and slow, phrasing paced as though to coincide with the stop lights. Beautiful. Awesome.

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?