Happy first day of Fall, y’all. Just bits and pieces, odds and sods today.

Stop the presses – The Buffalo News’ crack investigative reporters have revealed that Nellie McKay is NOT actually a prodigiously gifted teenage singer/songwriter/pianist. She is, in fact, a forty-two year old North Tonowanda construction site foreman named Earl. We are shocked and dismayed, but this means we no longer feel quite so dirty for thinking she was pretty damn cute at her Lee’s Palace show some months back. Uh, I meant that in regards to her apparently being 22 years old and not 19, not for being a big sweaty construction guy. That part was a joke. I’ll shut up now. From Pop (All Love).

Rolling Stone sits down with Elvis Costello about his storied career (“Being the patron saint of a certain kind of woman-hating dweeb is not a great career”), married life, and his latest releases, The Delivery Man and Il Sogno. I just got The Delivery Man yesterday but haven’t had a chance to really listen to it yet, so no preliminary impressions to share. Article from LHB.

Here are the pics from Monday night’s Macha/Mahjongg show at Lee’s.

It’s just come to my attention that the Jesse Sykes & The Sweet Hereafter show with The Great Lakes Swimmers at the Rivoli September 26 is free. Sounds like a deal to me.

Pics of the cast of Fantastic Four film, in costume. Nice cleavage, Jessica Alba. And Michael Chilkis doesn’t look as bad in The Thing getup as I feared though odds of hearing him say, “Thing ring do your thing” are not good.

The New York Times presents the story of Brian Michael Bendis, scribe for half the Marvel Universe titles, in comic strip form. Natch.

This Sunday the 26th is the annual Word On The Street book festival here in the T-dot. It’s usually held on Queen West, but this year it’s been moved to Queen’s Park on the north side of the Parliment Buildings. Apparently the logistics of shutting down Queen W for a day were too much to deal with so they’re going to hang out in the park instead. So yeah, it’s no longer technically on a street, but it should be good anyway.

Construction and traffic forced me to cut through the heart of the University of Toronto campus on the way home yesterday. Seeing all the happy young collegiate types coming and going from class, sitting on the grass reading, playing frisbee on a gorgeous September afternoon… MAN sometimes I miss university. Sniff.

np – Elvis Costello & The Imposters / The Delivery Man

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