I'm a mess

Never liked We Made It until it was the perfect opener for LTWT. Never loved Bigger than Me until it was on a scratchy livestream and thought, “oh, that’s good live.” Saturdays is beautiful with its whirling guitars and the Paris, “fuckin amazing” light show captured for all time, a fitting tribute to fan actions. Written all over your face is a sassy minx with those lyrics - I guess in Budapest he made it all the way through his run, how many lives did they record in hope?! It brings a smile at the memory of his chest clutching dramatics. Common people is a chorus, Louis sounding awesome backed with Louie voices, the plaintively beautiful tones of Holding onto Heartache, only Louis could make it sound this gorgeously battered with that great, stirring resolution of a bridge. The Greatest is just awesome, a thrill ride call to action. Face the Music is a bop. Walls, who doesn’t love Walls? Louis statement of fight or no, he’s not going down and our chance to reciprocate some Louis love in the because of it all. All this Time is a sexy, slinky build of a twirling tease melding into the transcendence of She is Beauty, surrounded not just by light but by the perfect chanting accompaniment of the Louie chorus, the bittersweet nostalgic vibe of Chicago with the sweetness we wish all exes had, the simmering justification of Fearless ratcheting up and yes! Give it up for the fuckin band! That guitar solo backed by the heavy thrust of percussion. Then the drums - the drums! - and guitar intro on Out of My System, the energy and pace of that ride, the recording turning it almost into a wild, cooperative call and answer, until the ultimate expression of Louis Live, “ I don’t feel like going home”, you so right, Silver Tongues, now we can have it all on repeat. Louis and his brilliant fuckin band coming at you live from venues across the world, with crystalline sound, melded seamlessly into one glorious recreation of that experience complete with fan voices, actions, giggles, asides, you sings and fank you, fank yous. Only the light show (and the smell of weed drifting across a stadium) could have made it more authentic.