Well this is your lasting legacy, that I sneak off from the Singapore delegation to queue in the rain for a Rilo Kiley/Modest Mouse show, neither of which I knew when with you but would not have found if not for you. And the Shins and the White Stripes and my obsession with Jeff Tweedy (though not the new album, which I cannot bring myself to like in its entirety), and Frank O'Hara and James Merrill and Wallace Stevens's The Man with the Blue Guitar, Woody Allen and Christopher Guest and the Coen brothers, and even Marianne Moore's poem on the Brooklyn Dodgers - if it all came to nothing but a handful of poems and songs, wouldn't it have been worth it anyway?