See, Folds first emerged as a star when his North Carolina three-piece, Ben Folds Five, broke out with hits Brick and Army tracks that sounded like they belonged on contemporary pop charts but belied a subversive, punk rock quality that Ben and Co. wielded like a chainsaw in the ears of conformity (In Army: I thought about the Army / Dad said, Son, youre fucking high). That tradition pretty much continued through Folds career. For every Billy Joel-inspired piano ballad, there was a Satan is My Master. For every heart-felt sonata, a rap cover like Bitches Aint Shit was waiting in the wings. Yet Folds fans know that this pianist has chops the guys an utter genius on the keys and has a knack for finding beauty in the mundane. And the fact he doesnt take himself too seriously makes his touching songs that much more believable. See Benji open for Mayer Wednesday at Sound Advice Amphitheatre (601-7 Sansburys Way, West Palm Beach). Tickets cost $30 to $54. Call 561-795-8883, or visit www.ticketmaster.com.