We just got an interesting CD in the mail here at NPR. It's by The Walkmen. I can't tell you what it sounds like because I'm too scared to open the case. Here's the letter that accompanied the CD:
"By accepting this CD, you agree to NOT make any copies of the CD, play the CD in your computer, upload the CD or any part of it on to the Internet. You agree that you will not lend this CD to anyone, and that only you will listen to this CD for promotional purposes. Accordingly, you will not play this CD for anyone."
And in case you didn't get the hint, the people at Warner Brothers have etched the name of an NPR producer onto the CD, put an electronic watermark on all the music... and placed a bloody horse's head at the foot of my bed.
I called up Caitlin Crowell at the label to ask her if I was going to jail for just looking at the package. She laughed and said that it would probably be okay if I just listened to the music even though my name wasn't on it. HA! Like I can't smell entrapment when I hear it. Then she offered to send over my own copy if she could just get my full name. Fat chance, officer. You'll never take me alive.
Luckily, there's no legal language about tossing the CD into the trash. Maybe I should burn it first, just in case.