Standard fare consists of discussing street wear conquests, the nearest envision-able future, and our current music interests. Conversation turned towards my birthday [today] and my forthcoming wedding. I first addressed my own annual tradition or rather, a ritual. Every year since 2001, either on the eve of or the morning of the 22nd of May, I make a small offering to the masked, music-making, French robot duo that I idolized so much as a young teen, and I listen to the album Discovery by Daft Punk, from One More Time through very the last second of Too Long.
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