The innovative thing is actually working out rather well, except for when I tried to listen to all of an REM CD.
That was a mistake.
Okay, what I like I really like, but to my ear there's only enough tolerable music in the entire discography to fill maybe a double CD.
Dear Mr. Jack White,
Please put all the lyrics in the liner notes, you wanker. It was bad enough on White Blood Cells when you left entire verses out to see if we were paying attention, but this thing where there are blank decorated pages that obviously God intended to have lyrics on them is just cruel.
The lovely velvet jacket and top hat are all very nice, and the ex-wife is cute in that dress, but if you do not give me sufficient interesting liner notes, I will have no reason not to steal your music off the internets, and then where will you be?
(Jack says that he can tell that we are gonna be friends. I say, only if he puts all the lyrics in the sleeve.)