Imagine this. You are male, somewhere between 38 and 55, your recent purchases include recordings by the Hold Steady and that Robert Plant and Alison Krauss album, and you like to think you know about new world wine and the rough outlines of global warming. For nearly 30 years, your aesthetic universe has been constructed around a bandy-legged, bespectacled man who seems to have an innate sympathy with you and your lot, and though he has regularly tested your faith, you have clung on. You are, of course, an Elvis Costello fan.

–John Harris on Elvis Costello’s emigration, Guardian Unlimited Arts

Embarassingly right-on, really.

Next stop, Cleveland, where I’m giving a couple of talks, and New York, for a collaboration meeting and Thanksgiving.