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When Elvis Costello moved from London to Tribeca, he took a crash course on his new home by studying The Post, the rocker reveals in his new memoir, “Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink.”
“My current fable is that I fell off a turnip truck in Manhattan . . . in 2000, and the city . . . clutched another emigre to its ample bosom,” writes Costello, whose real name is Declan Patrick MacManus and is married to jazz musican Diana Krall.
“I may or may not be a rube, but I didn’t know anyone or anything. In the five months before my family arrived, I sat in a bug-infested rental in Independence Plaza and read the daily papers trying to diagram this strange place.”
Costello — whose hits include “Alison” and “Watching the Detectives” — states: “A lot of my tutorial came from Page Six in the New York Post, where I kept reading about this large powerful movie guy Harvey [Weinstein], who could block out the sun.
“Sometimes . . . I would look out [the window] and a big black car would pull up, a large man got out, and everyone around Greenwich Street would begin scurrying.
“Some weeks passed, my worlds merged, I realized that the man on Page Six was the man on Greenwich Street.”
Harvey Weinstein told me: “Whenever I hear Elvis Costello’s music, he always lets the sun in. As far as my own personal mythology, people should be with me when I’m driving a number of my daughters to Forever 21 at the mall and I’m told to sit outside the store because I’m not cool.
“All this time, I thought that I was going to become a big movie producer like Irving Thalberg, and instead I ended up being an Uber driver for my kids.”
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