Daft Punk – The Crash
(fake http://www.myspace.com/pilotpriest )

First listen stream of consciousness.

my hands are trembling as I type.
:54
the synths are obviously building.
Where this is going, I’m not totally sure.
I’m dign’n it…
a vocal-ambiance begins.  My heart is racing.  Perhaps its because I just got off my bicycle, or maybe it’s the fact that I may be hearing new daft punk music.

I tentatively question the quality of the earbuds i’m listing through, they’re skullcandy.  I’m content, but wish I had my speakers set up… (2:35)

my first cognitive awareness of a new snyth track begins. (4:36)
i’m obviously in a zone.

I’m still nervous, there are 12 minutes… well 6ish minutes left.
The base suddenly out of no where drops.  my jaw follows. (4:48)
it’s slow, classic daft punk-esuqe… I’m taken back to earthbound.
my heart flutters, I remember that summer so well.  It was hot outside (even in chicago) and I decided to wear my glasses anyway… they were more hip at the time.  I close my eyes, they’re rocking to the beat.  The crowd is stunned. There are no lights, just them.  While I’m tempted to quote scripture, I almost feel a biblical reference would do my mental imagery no justice.  I’m enamored.

The music continues to build on itself.  (6:10)
my mind still questions the authenticity of the track/leak.  Mostly thoughts prompted by comments.
I believe. I’m not alone.

it is 11:45AM Wednesday january 27th.  This is the last Wednesday I’ll spend in the united states for some time.  This [the song] was pleasant surprise.

(8:30) the track is fading out a bit.  Working music, daft punk is…  my mind is at rest, but still anxiously awaiting the next progression of the track.  I’m trying to relax, but I can’t… my RSS feed is full, so I started looking at fffffound pictures.   I am interrupted by the “ding” of my e-mail client.

damn, I think, a wonderful experience ruined.  I ignore the chime for a moment.

the music is fading, there will be no further progression.

This is what i feel like right before I fall asleep (10:56) (sober or not-)

I mistakenly (thanks to OSX/expose-) check my e-mail.  It’s from her.  recognizing the subject and the cause of contact I ignore.

I return to fffffound–

at this point the synths are back to where they started… at least how i remember it starting, as if the track is about to restart (11:58)

it is finished.

it just ended abruptly.  I’m in a bit of a stunned silence.  Do i restart the track?  Do i give it a break.  my mind is unclear.

the seconds turn to minutes.
I decide to let it pass.  Perhaps I’ll listen again tonight.

I begin to cease my transmision thinking one very ironic and extremely fitting  though.  You can’t fake it.  This must be real.  It is Daft Punk.

<3

hotep.

p.s.
good find :)