There Is Every Reason to Rejoice With Those Self-styled Prophets of Commercial disaster, Those Harbingers of Gloom Over the Imminent Lateness of the Denouement That, Advancing Slowly, Never Arrives

My daughter and I saw solo Destroyer past Friday night at The Blind Pig in downtown Ann Arbor (I dig Ann Arbor). Bejar came on promptly at nine (following a truly awful opening act whose name I forget if in fact I ever registered it), finished his set at ten, played two songs for encore, off the stage by 10:10. Was acoustic, setlist included songs from across his career, and did include my single favorite Destroyer song, which because of the title I did not expect an (excellent) acoustic version, thank you fake drumsBefore the show started when I was getting a beer I heard a few people next to me at the bar talking about last week's New York Times article (google it if you want the stupid, I'm not linking) naming the thirty greatest living American songwriters and the subsequent fury in general from many at what an incredibly shitty list it was and in particular the resulting fury from Billy Joel fans that he didn't make the list over others that did. We all agreed that Billy Joel,…