So. Arcade Fire won the Grammy for Album of the Year. Maybe you heard about it. And maybe you are aware that this is a momentous occasion, an unprecedented generational coup, a Barbra Streisand-delivered clarion call that launched a thousand think pieces on the Death/Triumph of Indie. This is one of the first. But don’t worry, it’s real short.
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Not counting @’s and hashtags, pedants.