India, Feb. 22 -- In the early 2000s, as a cub reporter writing my first gig reviews, I worried all the time about getting the setlist wrong. I would stand in the front row, notebook in hand, jotting down every track a band played. The major bands weren't much of a problem. But the unfamiliar acts, and (oh God) the independent bands, could mean hours of forensic digging. Track down the band manager and hope they had a list; scour a fledgling internet hoping chat forums would hold clues. Get a single track wrong, and one risked having one's credibility called into question (there are few media critics as brutal as music fandoms). Today, such anxiety feels almost quaint. Within minutes of a gig ending - sometimes before the encore confetti ha...