So, I love Erlend Oye. I love both Kings of Convenience records; I especially love his DJ Kicks album; I love the Whitest Boy Alive; I love his version of "Last Christmas." Now, a few weeks back I was dining with the Passionistas at trendy San Francisco cafe Frijts when in walks a gentleman - tall, pale, big glasses, kinda nervous looking and carrying a ukulele. I thought to myself, "If I didn't know better, I'd say that was Erlend Oye." But then I thought to myself, "What would he be doing in San Francisco. If he were on tour, surely I'd know about it. So, I paid it no mind. But then - I see this video on Pitchfork of Erlend outside a Bay Area In-N-Out burger and it is totally the guy I saw. He's wearing the exact same thing. So, now I feel like a total fucking idiot.
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Oh nose! That's so sad! The next time I see someone who looks like someone (which happens quite a lot), I am certainly going to talk to them. I hope I don't get knifed.
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