If it isn't clear already, I absolutely love Erlend Oye. I don't see why it would be, there are only four posts on this blog, but whatever. Everything the man touches turns to gold. He's like a frail, nerdy, Norwegian, Bill Gates-looking Midas. Are we sure that Midas was something other than Norwegian? I can see no proof for such an assertion. Anyway. This is a brilliant song by Kings of Convenience. Enjoy as Erlend's dulcet tones wash over you. And then (hopefully) see them at Coachella.
Swoon.
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