Milton Mapes oughtta get together with The Incredible Moses Leroy and form some sort of septuagenarian obsessive support group, seeing as though both are bands named after individuals, both of which happen to be their granddads. And the hickology of g-dad is correct when talkin' 'bout Mapes, a Dallas five-piece whose lead crooner Greg Vanderpool has that high, warm whinny that's made Damien Jurado such a tear-jerking, six-string sentimentalist. Mapes got a song about this here Westerly endpoint of sea 'n' dust we live in-it's called "A Thousand Songs About California," and it'd be a crushingly good tune even if it wasn't the millionth. Vander sings something fierce and lonesome in relating the story of an old pal left behind in some Midwestern shithole while his pal migrated here to the land of Ronnie and Ahnold. Imagine Adam Duritz if Duritz had the good taste to subdue that nasal cry instead of cranking it up 'til Shirley Temple sent a letter on U.N. stationary calling him a pussy. Milton Mapes performs at The Roseary Room, 9 p.m. on Jan. 21. 619-702-7160.