For about the past year or so, there have been billboards around Detroit promoting a casino in Las Vegas (there are three casinos in Detroit proper, and one clearly visible from the city’s underdeveloped water front in Windsor) that is said to have the Detroit attitude. It is called The D Las Vegas, presumably so as not to be confused with The D Detroit.

So let’s get this straight: Someone is going to want to go from Detroit to Las Vegas so that they can go to a casino that has a restaurant serving Detroit coney dogs? Isn’t the whole point of leaving someplace to go someplace else that you’re someplace else, someplace different? Do Parisians think that the place to go is the Paris Casino? Do Roman’s go to Caesar’s? Are a whole lot of Venetians. . . . You get the point.

It seems somewhat ironic that the day that the D, the authentic city, not the place that is part of the so-called “Freemont Street Experience,” filed for bankruptcy, the D, the other one, announced its lineup for its one-year anniversary this coming September.

The headliner will be Kid Rock. Detroit’s own.

Rock, like Jack White, a former Detroiter, have made efforts to support the city, for which they deserve massive credit.

But it is sad, that the actual city fell so low as to have to had papers filed in court, in large part because there are so few actual jobs making stuff but a whole lot of low-paying jobs in service industries—like casinos.

The celebration at the D is going to kick off on September 26 with Rock’s pal Uncle Kracker. Rock plays the 28th.

Chances are, there won’t be a whole lot of celebrations in the actual D anytime soon.