I considered calling this Luck Alley because that's an anagram of my name combined with my school's name. Like a companion to Diagon Alley and if you say it fast you also get a word. That was cool for a few seconds but then it was just stupid. I also considered calling it Elk in LA because that was snappy and direct, but I don't like people asking me all the time why I like elks so much. I don't. I like horses.

In preparation for my new life, I was making a list of American musicians I really like. It looked like this:

Elliott Smith
John Mayer
Jeff Buckley
Sufjan Stevens
Red Hot Chili Peppers
The Strokes
The Doors
Nirvana
Kings of Leon
Nick Drake
John Legend
MGMT
Mercury Rev

And of course it struck me how more than a third of those people were dead. The truth is I love dead musicians. Death gives their lives so much more meaning. In my mind they're all in one band together, The Dead Musician Society, Buckley and Cobain and Smith and Drake and Morrison, and they sit around all day strumming on their guitars and drinking beer, then at night they go for long drives or go bowling or something. They never need to grow up. That's kind of a theme of mine.