Hello, do you think is possible that we will get a FITF live album? Louis and the band sound so good on tour.
they doooo! I love Steve's arrangements and additions to the songs so much! Honestly I have no idea; on the one hand it seems like Louis might be more focused on moving towards new stuff, like we are still in FITF mode but by the time it came out he had had it forever and now he's well into LT3 and probably feeling more excited about those new songs and sounds; on the other hand he is very good at working the industry stuff and all the angles and it's basically free money, right? He has said FITF was a further step towards the sound he wants most rather than the finish line, so it's possible that as happened with Walls as he works more on the new one he is getting less enthused about sharing the old stuff; but I think adding Steve's arrangements and just moving away from some of the songs seems to have lessened that this time around, so maybe that isn't a factor.
Here's the thing though: the only way it would happen or make sense I think would be if it was recorded pretty recently, like one of the UK shows; the show was still being tweaked and gelled and cooking until then. But if they wanted to make vinyl (and surely they would? fancy double vinyl of live albums is SUCH a thing), that is very very long process of waiting around these days. First you have to get lacquers made (this is the physical thing that the recording is cut into that all the records are duplicates of- if you want quality it has to be more or less handmade by an artisan) but one of the two places left in the world that made those burnt to the ground in 2020 so there's a super long wait time on that. Then it just has to get made; but there are basically ten large scale factories left (again, in the WORLD) that press records so that also has a very long wait time... so it would take forever and the thing is I think we're getting LT3 in the late fall/ early winter (I bet he's using this month to finish it up so it can begin this lengthy process). So I kind of don't think so, like I guess they could do a CD/ cassette/ digital only in late spring and make so much money, and it would be fun, but who knows. Either way, I just hope Louis has Steve do some production work on LT3, I like his sounds and ideas a lot, and that he keeps him around to do his tours forever!
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I know I'm not posting much lately but I started a new job and--yeah
And it's not that I don't think abt Metallica, it's more like that my thoughts go like
"king nothing > memory. Which is not a unpopular opinion, per se, but like. Memory won the continuity live war till 2023. What a world we live in"
And
"WELCOME TO THIS LIFE
BORN INTO THE FIGHT
HERE TO CLAIM YOUR DREAM
Dreams..... No?
Dream SIGULAR. I forgot that it was singular, I sang it plural, here to claim your dreams. Usually in English don't you say "claim your dreamS"? Ohhhhhh, but it's singular bc for james it can't be anything else.
>>>>>'there was no plan b. Plan b, c, d was making plan a work'
This is autobiographical as UN1, which also starts with birth seen as something immediately difficult. But screaming Suicide is more Abt yourself -you, your voice- and something external giving you a hand; while UN1 is others, what others do to you-- till it transforms you"
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December 7. If you want to know a place, know their stories.
The Doctor had been gone for over a week now, whatever a week was in this weird place, and she’d knocked at every door in the town, but no one admitted to seeing a short man with a silly accent. She’d seen these banners before, and since they seemed to change every day and night cycle, the repetition must mean it had been a set number of days for them, she could work that much out. She'd tried drinking at the pub with them, but it seemed no one talked in there, just drank their gross drinks in silence and left. Hang on, she hadn't been taking communion or something, had she? Nah, there'd been no bread, body of Christ or whatever it was meant to be. It had always grossed her out a little, drinking blood and eating flesh. Whatever they were drinking could be, she guessed, certainly tasted naff enough.
But anyway, she shook herself back into concentration. The Doctor. Tapped her nose, and went out in the night to visit an old friend, telling her it would be of no interest. Then, when she awoke after sitting up waiting for him, it was full morning and he wasn't back. She'd think he had ditched her- he wouldn't, he never promised, but she knew he wasn't like that - and anyway, the TARDIS was still tucked away where they had first landed, and he couldn't leave without that. He wasn't dead either, she'd know if he was, no need telling. So he was somewhere here. The pub? church? was no help, so where else could she get stories? A school? She hadn't seen any sprog about, and that was a bit weird too, now she thought about it. No kids, no proper pubs or beers, why had the Doctor wanted to visit again?
God, how could she be so stupid? She hadn’t hung out there when she was a kid, but sort of remembered one at her school, a patchy little room with battered books where the social workers talked to her with such sickeningly nice smiles. But it was exactly the dusty kind of place the Doctor would go. Probably even call the books his friends, the weirdo, she thought fondly. The streets were busy, dusty and hot, banners for the day flapping in the too-hot breeze, but they were alongside differently patterned ones, decorated with shiny symbols. Maybe it was a new month too, or some kind of holiday? But hang on, it hadn't rained for a whole week, or whatever they were calling it, and maybe it was just summer, but even then good luck for a whole five days without it raining back where she grew up. Still, it was well weird.
She’d seen some bigger buildings while she was wandering around, even gone into what might’ve been a museum, but there weren’t even dinosaur bones to be seen. If they had dinosaurs here. But she’d skirted the other ones, could be government buildings and they were no fun unless she got to blow them up, but one of them could easily be a library. She navigated her way back through the streets, and ah-hah, it was! Even a display up in the front, screwy letters that twisted and curled when she tried to read them, TARDIS not letting her. So much for a library, full of books she couldn’t read. Not that she really wanted to anyway, resisting the urge to kick petulantly at the base of the display. She flicked open one of the thinner ones, trying not to chunder all over the wriggling letters, and flicked through looking for pictures.
“What the-” and someone loudly hushed her, but she was already dumping the book back on the stand, running for- she didn’t know where, wherever they kept human sacrifices, according to the book. Bloody hell, he would, wouldn’t he? No one better at stumbling into stupid things like human sacrifices than the Doctor, and he wasn’t even human! Not that they were here either, but she could recognise what was going on from pictures. As soon as she was free, they were absolutely blowing those stupid government buildings and whoever thought it was okay to sacrifice her- her best friend, right up. Know their stories, whatever. They’d get a new bloody story after this.
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