Once we’d exhausted our music knowledge, we started talking about our families. I told him my father died in 1969, that he fell down outside of Oslo. He said his family was on a bridge and saw that plane go down. It was weird to realize he had been witnessing my father’s death 10 years before we met. I remember walking away from that meeting thinking either he’s a pathological liar or it was just the strangest coincidence that we had this kind of connection straight off the bat.
