This is a happy chap who read a story in Juice magazine about the development of machines that let you burn yer own compilation CDs, soon to appear at a record shop near you (and yes, I realise that using the phrase "record shop" to describe a shop selling CDs might be misleading). This is the illustration that ran with that very story. Note the joy-inducing Wham! CD thrown oh-so-casually amongst the choice collection of grunge ones. Spesh.