From The Desk Of Matt Pond: Coffee, Sex And Partying Always Lead To Daft Punk

It wasn’t a near-death experience, but it was enough to compel Matt Pond to hit the reset button. The newly emancipated, New Hampshire-bred frontguy for the ever-morphing outfit Matt Pond PA broke his leg on tour in 2011. Shaken by the freak occurrence and the ensuing surgery, Pond finished out the tour sitting down, then headed to St. Augustine, Fla., to convalesce with friends. Once there, he quickly took to the funky, historic northeast Florida town’s laid-back lifestyle and Southern lilt. A rejuvenated sheen permeates The Lives Inside The Lines Of Your Hands (BMG)—especially the new album’s ebullient first half. It isn’t so much that Pond has abandoned the autumnal, inward-delving perspective that pervaded 2010’s The Dark Leaves, or his long-established penchant for overt melancholy. But he has given both a thorough airing out with a blast of smog-free, temperate air. Pond will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our brand new feature on him.

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Pond: Perhaps there’s a better way of phrasing my heading. Still, I’d like to be as honest as possible. Otherwise, we’re wasting each other’s time. Life requires partying. From the simple celebration of a perfect cup of coffee, to the full-blown act of getting as intimate as two human beings can get. Onstage, in the studio, in the depths of the forest with your closest ally, there’s got to be a consistent flow of rapture through our lives. And when the euphoria hits, I don’t want to snap a picture or whisper the obvious, I want to be lost in the light. Daft Punk‘s putting out a new album in May. There will be blood pumping through my veins, there will be dancing. I truly look forward to every shot I get to forget myself.

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