I went down to busk for the first time ever at Kits Beach. I sat down and a random stranger approached and said “Hey, are you Michael?”, I said “Yes”. He said “OK perfect.” and he started taking out his saxophone. He was actually mistaking me for a different Michael that he was supposed to meet at the beach to play with. Turns out a group of young lads, including one of my close friends Navin, were meeting there to jam. We played that evening for 4 hours and I took home a couple hundred dollars. And so Chill Clinton was birthed.