Pantalooned scalawag that he fancies himself, Decemberists' frontman Colin Meloy isn't above (or below) the occasional hyper-urbanism. Early on, there's a "mohawked man pointing an extended finger . . . at my grandfather and I." Three pages later, Meloy deals his highfalutin parlance yet another blow: "He asked my sister and I . . . " Is indie rock's favorite fable maker being picaresque, or just getting caught with... More >>>