How Ligo started.

It's 3am. I'm standing in line at a burger spot in the East Village, half asleep. I'd been fired from my first job out of college, laid off from my second, and was going through a breakup with someone who meant a lot to me.

The guy in front of me starts humming. I know the song immediately. Chanel, Frank Ocean. Before I knew it we were both singing it. An hour later we were still outside on the street talking. Not about jobs or school or any of the usual stuff. Just music. What it means to us. Where we were when we first heard it.

That guy is one of my closest friends today. That was 2½ years ago.

I went home that night and couldn't stop thinking about it. How many times does that not happen? How many people walk past each other every day who would actually connect, if they just had a reason to say something? That question is Ligo.

“How many people walk past each other every day who would actually connect, if they just had a reason to say something?”