So, have you heard The Daily Show with Jon Stewart is taping shows next week at Sidney Harman Hall ahead of Ironicpalooza or whatever the big Stewart/Colbert mashup on Oct. 30 is called? Well, apparently Stewart landed some big guests, notably President Obama, who will appear on The Daily Show next Wednesday. Ed Henry of CNN tweeted it first, TBD's Ryan Kearney reports, but if it's topping Mike Allen's Playbook this morning, I guess it's confirmed.

Kearney, also TBD's Chief Robot Correspondent, figured out the super-secret plot of Transformers: Dark of the Moon. Apparently some shit blows up (again), the Decepticons get revived (again) and the fate of the world rests in the hands of coffee-thrower and Megan Fox new girl. How did Kearney figure all this out? This is what happens when someone posts the summary of the tie-in novel on Amazon nine months before the movie comes out.

I had a brief interest in Ben Folds back in middle school. Hell, he headlined (with Beck) the first concert I ever went to at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center in Upstate New York. Last night Folds is promoted his new album Lonely Avenue written with Nick Hornby at Sixth and I Historic Synagogue.

Another cool thing you should check out tonight? Buster Keaton's The Cameraman, a classic tale of how to get ahead in photojournalism, screens for free at the National Portrait Gallery.

In WaPo love and hate today: Peter Marks loves the Folger Theatre's new production of Henry VIII. We should then assume there was no audience-touching. Michael Lindgren says James Franco's debut anthology of short fiction is a "thin, hackneyed affair."

Oh, about the title of this post. The New York Yankees lost again last night and are now teetering on the brink of elimination. So if you follow me on Twitter, be forewarned that it might get a little emotional today.

Correction: The performance by Ben Folds and Nick Hornby at Sixth and I Historic Synagogue was last night, not tonight.

So I finally got around to listening to Ben Folds' new a cappella album, and I had some thoughts I wanted to append to last week's post. Those of you who are still in the process of forgiving me for bringing Ben Folds and a cappella in to this space to begin with will probably want to skip this one. (Also, full disclosure: I belonged to an a cappella group in college that was denied a spot on the album. I can now confirm that the singers who made the cut turned out to be much more talented than I am.)

I have always thought a cappella music was a lot more fun to perform than to listen to, but I can appreciate a well-realized arrangement when I hear one. This album has more than a few of those; that's not the problem. The problem is that the portion of Folds's oeuvre that lends itself to the a cappella adaptation is the sort of soft-edged superpop that been his general tack ever since Ben Folds Five disbanded in 2000. No vocalists, however talented, can imitate the frenetic piano runs and heedless mashing that made Folds so fun in the '90s, and few would dare attempt his jazzier arrangements ("Sports and Wine," "Uncle Walter," etc.), which are more suited to piano than voice anyway.

Yes, Ben Folds wrote pop ballads in his days with Five, but they were always carefully nestled among those rawer uptempo tracks as ballast. Here, these songs are adrift in a homogeneous sea of melancholy. The album has no arc; just ultra-smooth crooning above triad chords, song after song, with only a handful of exceptions. (Two are worth noting: "Selfless, Cold, and Composed," by the Sacramento State Jazz Singers, was an ambitious rendering of one of the best breakup songs of the past two decades, and the only track from this album that made it on my iPod; and "Magic," by the University of Chicago Voices in Your Head. The latter unquestionably falls in to the emo-pop category, but the arrangement is so different from the original that the song is a completely unique artifact–which should be the goal of any group, a cappella or otherwise, when attempting a cover.)

This is not to knock the groups. My point is that Folds's best music–the stuff he wrote when he was a pissed-off kid in North Carolina who probably wouldn't be caught dead in a white turtleneck sweater and beret–cannot be imitated by human voices, no matter how talented. Meanwhile, choral adaptations of his latter-day work, even if objectively pleasant, are likely to wind up as inferior facsimiles of unremarkable pop songs.

In certain company, few admissions invite greater scorn than revealing a fondness for Ben Folds or a cappella. (I speak from experience.) Some people regard the former, if you're not a melodramatic 17-year-old, as symptomatic of arrested emotional development; and the latter, to use the unfortunate parlance of the times, as "super gay."

These people might feel vindicated to learn that Mr. Folds has embraced the cult of collegiate a cappella with a natural affection. Neither should this surprise his fans, who have watched the pianist make the gradual (and somewhat lamentable) transition from a key-mashing, punk-jazz swashbuckler to round-sound, uber-pop balladeer over the last decade. Folds has exhibited an affinity for clean, ethereal harmonies ever since he went solo; a preoccupation with a cappella was a logical next step.

Case in point, last fall he commissioned an album of a cappella covers of his songs from college groups. The resulting album, Ben Folds Presents: University A Cappella, was released today. Engineering a greatest hits album sung by a phalanx of adoring co-eds might seem like a magnanimous gesture of populism or the height of narcissism, depending on your perspective. In any case, proceeds from the album have been marked for music-education charities, so it's all good.