On my drive home last night I started thinking about film scores, specifically about the copy of Sorcerer that stayed in my Ford LTD for the better part of my high school career. I didn't have many friends I would play it for because my unhealthy obsession with film was isolating enough. I didn't need my love of dour, experimental synth music to isolate me further. Then I thought about the soundtracks to Miracle Mile and 12 O'Clock High. These scores were so much more than just movie music, they were playing in my car and in my room all the time. When I would stay up till 4am madly scribbling my terrible poetry into composition notebooks I was always listening to a soundtrack. John Carpenter, Phillip Glass and Tangerine Dream were my Rolling Stones. I hated hearing of Edgars death today because I've had a deeply personal relationship with this stranger for the better part of 20 years. I might not write any poetry today but I will certainly be listening to his music for the rest of the night. Mr Froese, thank you.