It's a album! It's a floor wax! It's a dessert topping!

I'm glad I'm not the only one who has a problem with the whole postmodernist notion that music consumers should have infinite control over how they listen to music. Sure, I'm not giving up my Launch player (a vastly underrated Web tool), my iPod or my satellite radio.

But the whole strategy of releasing as many iterations of an album as Oregon has football uniforms is starting to drive me, in the word of download kings Gnarls Barkley, crazy.

And that's why I like Jason's deconstruction of the new Barenaked Ladies release, which has reduced the process of buying and listening to music to a game of chance.