To know how a funny, music-making, academically blasé, clothing-obsessed eighteen-year-old might respond to anything is nearly impossible, even if that eighteen-year-old is constitutionally open-minded. When Hudson was about ten, I asked him what his last meal request would be if he were about to be executed. “You can have anything you want,” I said. “Sky’s the limit!” There was a very long, thoughtful pause, and then he said, brightly, “Surprise me!” But he can also be very opinionated, mostly about music, and occasionally, when I play him a song in the car that I think is incredibly cool, he gives it only a bar or two before turning it off with a firm “No.” I couldn’t possibly predict how this present would go over.