Back in the early 90's I was the music editor for a college newspaper. I had spoken to an English gentleman at a record company about setting up an interview with one of the artists on the label. I called back a few days later and before I could say who I was calling for, the receptionist asked my name. "Sander Wolff," I said. Next thing I knew, I was transferred to some guy (not English) who I'd never spoken to before and he was saying, "Hey Sander! Did you get that stuff I sent you?" "No," I said. After a pause, he said, "This is Sander, right?" "Yes." "Sander Wolff, right?" "Yes." "From Boston?" "No!"

After several "Oh My God's" and "This is weird's" he gave me this other Sander's phone number. We spoke briefly, exchanged e-mails and this is what we discovered.

He and I both did music journalism. He and I both studied sound recording. He and I both did computer programming.

I'm sure there's more, but we were too freaked out to pursue it.

What's in a name? I'm not sure.