Also, I went to a Michael Buble concert this week. I thought it was good, even if a few people who read my review thought I was raining on the guy just because I don't think much of most of his original songs. But I like him just fine when he's singing standards, and as a live performer -- a guy who is fully present when he's on stage; whose mildly blue (turquoise?) quips and dance steps don't seem rehearsed to death, and who'll draw out a tween-song interlude to five minutes as long as the jokes don't dry up -- I really do think he's aces. "The American media thinks that because I wear a suit and sing romantic songs that this is some Sex and the City 3 shit," he told us. "I'm here to change that perception." The first time I saw him play, three years ago, he did exactly that. Ring a ding ding!