Sorry, kids: summer is dunzo.

The best way to celebrate the end of our most skin-cancerous season? For my money, it's the upcoming Robyn Hitchcock show at Symphony Space on November 22nd, where my favorite musician will be playing the entirety of what might be the ultimate autumnal album this side of Plastic Ono Band, I Often Dream of Trains. For the uninitiated, it's a deathly-quiet album chock full of bones and skulls and leaves crackling underfoot. That is, when it's not veering into a few desperate explosions of utter despair. The surreal moments of Hitchcock's gallows humor keeps the whole thing gently, if precariously, afloat. For those of you who haven't seen me in a while, and that means just about everybody, on November 22nd, nothing, and I mean nothing will keep me from this event.

Second best way to celebrate fall?