My dear friend, Heather Davison (of Loretta Lynch) composed this little birthday poem for me:

An ode to our dear Lucio,
Who loves to travel, to and fro
From Brooklyn’s streets to Europe’s dives,
His friendship’s constant in our lives.
As he travels, place to place
(His peeps, the entire human race)
His music leaves no stone unturned –
Divine, experiment – axes burn.
And as if in a desert dream
We hear his reverend fingers scream.