I see a lot of LP collections posted here. Does anyone appreciate a well organized digital collection?
1. Studio LPs & EPs
1965 Jokers Wild (Dave Gilmour)(320) 1966 Tonite Let's All Make Love in London 1967 Arnold Layne 1967 Relics 1971 Pink Floyd - Relics (Remaster AU 1987 CDAX 701290) 1967 Scream Thy Last Scream 1967 See Emily Play & Scarecrow EP (Remaster UK 2007 Bonus CDM 40th ADEd. 50999 5 03919 2 9) 1967 The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn (UK Stereo First Pressing 24bit-96khz) 1968 A Saucerful of Secrets 1968 Pink Floyd - A Saucerful Of Secrets (Remaster Japan 1988 CP32-5272) 1968 It Would Be So Nice 1968 Point Me at the Sky 1969 OST More (Remaster Japan 1987 CDP 7 46386 2) 1969 Soundtrack From The Film More 1969 Ummagumma 1969 Zabriskie Point e Ultimate Z. P 1969 Ultimate Zabriskie Point [FLAC] 1970 370 Roman Yards 1970 (The Lost Zabriskie Point Album) [MP3] 1970 Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother (Remaster US 1994 UDCD 595) 1970 Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother (UK LP EMI Harvest SHVL 781 24bit-96khz) 1970 Roger Waters - Music From The Body (Soundtrack)(320) 1970 Syd Barrett - Barrett 1970 Syd Barrett - The Madcap Laughs 1971 Pink Floyd - Meddle (Remaster Japan 1988 UDCD 518) 1971 Meddle - 24-96 Vinyl Rip (FLAC) 1971 One Of These Days Single Vinyl 7 (Italy 1971 EMR-20388) 1972 Pink Floyd - Obscured By Clouds (Remaster US 1987 CDP 7 46385 2) 1973 Money Vinyl 12 (Remaster Netherlands 1981 Vinyl 12 1A K052Z - 78068) 1973 The Dark Side of the Moon - (Vinyl LP 24-96 UK Remaster 30 Harvest SHVL 804 24Bit 96kHz) - 200g Vinyl Rip (FLAC) - Audiophile MFSL Pressing VINYL {FR1 Cartridge SYBORG} - Unreleased Tracks 1975 Wish You Were Here 1975 Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here (Remaster UK 1984 CDP 7 46035 2) & Unreleased Tracks 1977 Animals- (2016 Master) VINYL {FR1 Mk3 Cart} - (2016 Master) VINYL {Stanton 881 Cart} - (Remaster US 1985 CK 34474) - (Vinyl LP 24-96 US Columbia First Pressing JC 34474 24Bit 96kHz) 1978 David Gilmour - David Gilmour 1978 Rick Wright - Wet Dream 1979 The Wall - (Remaster Germany 2007 2xCD CDS 7 46036 8) - (Remaster US 1989 2xCD UDCD 2-537) - US UltraDisc 2CD- (UK Vinyl 2xLP 24-96 SHDW 411 24Bit 96kHz) - The Wall Work In Progress 1981 Nick Mason's - Fictitious Sports 1983 Not Now John Vinyl 7 (UK 1983 HAR 5224) 1983 The Final Cut (Remaster EU 2007 Oh By The Way Boxset CD14 50999 511267 2 8, 511 2672) 1983 The Final Cut (US 1983 QC 38243) 1984 David Gilmour - About Face 1984 Rick Wright - Zee Identity 1984 Roger Waters - The Pros And Cons Of Hitch Hiking 1986 Roger Waters - When The Wind Blows 1987 A Momentary Lapse Of Reason - [1987] [FLAC] - [2019] Remix 1987 Roger Waters - Radio K.A.O.S. (320) 1992 Roger Waters - Amused To Death 1994 High Hopes & Keep Talking (France 1994 CDM 881 777 2) 1994 Take It Back (Netherlands 1994 CDM 7243 8 81278 2 0) 1994 The Division Bell - (2014) [HD Tracks] 24.96 - (Japan 1994 SRCS 7324) - [UK 1994 Vinyl 24-96 EMD 1055] 1996 Rick Wright - Broken China 2002 Roger Waters - Flickering Flame 2004 Roger Waters - To Kill The Child & Leaving Beirut (Single)(320) 2005 Roger Waters - Ca Ira 2006 David Gilmour - Arnold Layne EP 2006 David Gilmour - On An Island 2006 Smile (1-Track EU Promo CD Single)(320) 2006 Smile (2-Track EU CD Single)(320) 2007 Roger Waters - Hello (I Love You)(Single)(192-320) 2010 The Orb and David Gilmour - Metallic Spheres 2014 The Endless River
2. Live
1967-03-18 My Uncle Is Sick Because The Highway Is Green 1967-09-13 Starclub, Copenhagen 1967-09-25 BBC Playhouse Theater, London (BBC Sessions) 1967-10-30 Games for May - England 1967-11-13 Ahoy, Rotterdam, NL 1968-02-24 Bouton Rouge 1968-05-06 First European International Pop Festival, Piper Club, Rome 1968-05-23 Paradiso, Amsterdam (Late Show) 1968-07-27 Shrine Exposition Hall, Los Angeles 1968-12-28 Margriethal, Jaarbeurs, Utrecht 1968-12-28 Owed To Syd Barrett 1969-03-27 Saint James Hall, Chesterfield, England 1969-04-14 Royal Festival Hall, London 1969-04-27 Careful With These Tracks 1969-05-09 University Of Southampton, Hampshire, England 1969-06-22 Free Trade Hall, Manchester, England 1969-06-26 Royal Albert Hall, London 1969-08-08 The Journey Through the Past 1969-08-09 The Paradiso, Amsterdam - Celestial Instruments 1969-09-17 Amsterdam '69 (TSP-CD-052) 1990 [VBR] 1969-09-17 Complete Concertgebouw 1969-10-11 Song Days Festival, Essen 1969-10-19 Around the Mystic - London 1969-10-25 Interstellar Zappadrive - Mont de L'Enclus, Amougies, Belgium 1969-11-21 Montreux Switzerland 1969-12-06 Afan Lido Sports Center, Port Talbot, Wales 1969-71 Echoes Of Atom Heart Mother 1969-73 Rare & Live Tracks - 3cds 1970 - 1971 Eclipse (2001) 1970 Fat Old Gigs 4cd 1970 Pepperland In The West 1970-01-18 Fairfield Hall, Croydon, Surrey 1970-01-23 Hotel de Champs-Elysees a Paris, Paris 1970-02-11 Town Hall, Birmingham 1970-02-28 Refectory Hall, Leeds University, Leeds, Yorkshire 1970-03-12 A Trick of the Light 1970-03-13 The Injustice of a Kaleidoscope Sound 1970-03-14 Meistersinger Halle, Nuremberg 1970-03-15 Niedersachsenhalle, Hannover 1970-03-20 Akademiske Foreningens Store Sal, Lund, Sweden 1970-04-11 Gymnasium, SUNY, Stony Brook, NY 1970-04-22 Capitol Theater, Port Chester, NY 1970-04-29 [HRVCDR016] Interstellar Fillmore - San Francisco, CA 1970-04-30 [HRVCDR034] - KQED 1970-05-01 Civic Auditorium, Santa Monica, CA 1970-06-27 Bath Festival Of Blues And Progressive, Shepton Mallet, Bath 1970-06-28 Holland Pop Festival, Kralingen, Rotterdam (JFE remaster) 1970-07-12 Open Air Pop Festival Aachen, Aachen Soerser Stadium 1970-07-16 Focus - Paris Theater, Regent Street, London, England - BBC FM 1970-07-16 Libest Spacement Monitor (TSP-CD-027 1989) 1970-07-16 Mooed Music - BBC Session Live, Paris Cinema, London 1970-07-18 Hyde Park, London 1970-08-08 Les Nuits Musicales, Saint Tropez (Pop 2 TV Show) 1970-09 & 1971-03 - Eclipse - APE 1970-09-12 Parc De Vincennes, Paris 1970-09-16 Pink Is The Pig (Live In London) 1970-09-16 Pink Floyd - Focus 1971 [FM] 1970-09-16 Playhouse Theatre, London 1970-09-16 Rhapsody In Pink (Italy 1990 LLRCD 044) 1970-09-26 Electric Factory, Philadelphia, PA 1970-09-27 Fillmore East, New York City, NY (Early Show) 1970-10-17 Pepperland Auditorium, San Rafael, CA 1970-10-23 Creatures Of The Deep Disc 1-3 1970-10-23 Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, Santa Monica, CA 1970-11-06 Mind Your Throats 1970-11-07 Grote Zaal, De Doelen, Rotterdam 1970-11-11 Conserthuset, Gothenburg 1970-11-12 Falkoner Centret, Fredriksberg, Copenhagen 1970-11-13 Vejlby Risskovhallen, Aarhus 1970-11-14 Ernst-Merck-Halle, Hamburg 1970-11-21 Smokin' Blues (Montreux Casino, Montreux ) 1970-11-22 Altes Casino, Montreux - Swiss Made 1970-11-25 Fridrich Ebert Halle, Ebertpark, Ludwigshafen 1970-11-26 Messehallen, Stuttgart 1970-11-29 Circus Krone, Munich 1970-12-22 City Hall, Sheffield 1971 Atom Heart Mother Goes On The Road 1971-02-12 Lecture Theatre, University Of Essex, Colchester 1971-02-13 Students Union Bar, Technical College, Farnborough 1971-02-25 Grosser Saal, Musikhalle, Hamburg 1971-02-26 Stadthalle, Offenbach 1971-04-03 Oude Ahoy, Rotterdam 1971-05-15 Crystal Palace Garden Party, London 1971-05-18 Pathfoot Building Refectory, Stirling University 1971-06-04 Philips Veranstal Tungshalle, Dusseldorf 1971-06-05 Echoes - The Return of the Son of Nothing (West Berlin) 1971-06-05 Sportspallast, Berlin - Mauerspechte 1971-06-05 Vierundzwanzig Teile von Nichts (HRV-CDR-029) 1971-06-12 Palais Des Sports, Lyon 1971-06-19 Palazzo Delle Manifestazioni Artistiche, Brescia 1971-06-20 Palaeur, Rome 1971-06-26 Amstel Free Concert, Amsterdamse Bos, Amsterdam 1971-07-01 Ossiach Festival Stitschoff, Ossiach 1971-08-06 Hakone Aphrodite, Hakone, Japan 1971-08-09 Festival Hall, Osaka 1971-08-13 Festival Hall, Melbourne 1971-09-18 Live in Montreux 1971-09-23 KB Hallen, Copenhagen 1971-09-30 Meddled 1971-09-30 Meddler 1971-09-30 One Of These Days (TSP-CD-034 1989) 1971-09-30 Paris Cinema, London 1971-10-04 HRVCDR010 - Pompeii Rev B 1971-10-04 Live at Pompeii - Remains 1971-10-04 Pompeii (Remaster Netherlands PFP-A0118) 1971-10-04 to 07 In The Shadow Vesuvius - Italia 1971-10-04 Volcanic Destruction 1971-10-07 Live At Pompeii 1971-10-10 Great Hall, Bradford University, Bradford, Yorkshire 1971-10-16 The Eye of Agamotto - Civic Auditorium, Santa Monica 1971-10-17 Convention Hall, Community Concourse, San Diego 1971-10-17 From Oblivion 1971-10-17 Wind And Seabirds - Convention Hall, San Diego 1971-10-27 Auditorium Theatre, Chicago, IL 1971-10-28 Hill Auditorium, Ann Harbor, MI 1971-10-31 Fieldhouse University Of Toledo 1971-11-05 Hunter College - New York City, NY 1971-11-06 Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH 1971-11-10 Labyrinths - Pavillion De La Jeunesse, Quebec 1971-11-12 Irvine Auditorium, State University, Philadelphia, PA 1971-11-16 Something from Nothing 1971-11-16 The Return of the Sons of Nothing 1971-11-20 Embryonic Madness 1971-11-20 One Of Those Days 1971-11-20 Taft Auditorium, Cincinnati, OH 1971-11-20 Taft Auditorium, Cincinnati, OH (2-source blend) 1972-01-20 The Darkside Rehearsals - Brighton Dome, Brighton, England 1972-01-21 The Guildhall, Portsmouth 1972-01-22 Eclipse Of The Dark Side - Winter Gardens, Bournemouth (Recorder 2) 1972-01-22 The Dark Side Winter Gardens - Bournemouth (Recorder 1) 1972-01-23 Gathering On The Moon - The Guildhall, Southampton 1972-01-27 Waiting for The Moon - City Hall, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne 1972-01-28 You Are Number Six - Refectory Hall, Leeds University, Leeds 1972-02-17 - Rainbow Tapes Day 1 1972-02-18 - Rainbow Tapes Day 2 1972-02-19 - Rainbow Tapes Day 3 1972-02-20 - Rainbow Tapes Day 4 1972-02-19 Finsbury Park - Disc 1 1972-02-20 Finsbury Park - Disc 1 1972-02-20 The Best Of Tour 72 (TSP-CD-049 1990) [VBR] 1972-03-06 Acid Moon - Taiikukan, Tokyo, Japan 1972-03-08 Natural Dark In Osaka. Japan 1972-03-09 Echoes From Osaka 1972-03-13 The Dark Side Of The Ice - Saporro, Japan 1972-03-13 The Great Gig On The Moon 1972-04-28 Chicago 1972-05-21 2nd British Rock Meeting - Germersheim, Germany 1972-06-28 Eclipsed By The Dome - Brighton [MP3] 1972-09-22 Hollywood Bowl, Hollywood, CA 1972-09-22 Staying Home To Watch The Rain[VBR] 1972-10-21 The Oxfam Concert - London [MP3] 1972-11-15 Echoes Of The Past, Sporthalle Böblingen, Stuttgart, Germany 1972-11-15 The Great Gig In Böblingen 1972-12-01 Harsh Realities [Stereo Tweaked] 1972-12-09 - In a Neutral Land - Zurich - Suiça (FLAC) 1972-12-12 Across The Swiss Border 1972-73 Nebulosity 1972-73 The Great Gig In The Sky (UK Unofficial SSR 41925) 1973-03-06 The Valley Of The Kings 1973-03-11 Yeeshkul! 1973-03-14 Live Music Hall - Boston, MA 1973-03-15 Dark Soundboard of Philadelphia 1973-03-17 Dark Side of Radio City 1973-05-19 Supine in the Sunshine 1973-06-17 On Stage Saratoga NY 1973-06-20 Breaking Bottles In The Hall 1973-06-20 Merryweather Post Pavillion, Columbia, MD 1973-06-29 When You're In...Tampa 1973-10-13 Set The Controls... - Vienna [MP3] 1973-11-04 Obscured At The Rainbow [VBR] 1974-06-24 Shine On Paris 1974-11-15 Black Holes In The Sky 1974-11-15 Work in Progress 1974-11-16 BBC Archives (HRV CDR 033) 1974-11-16 No Room Upon The Hill 1974-11-16 Time In London 1974-11-16 Wembley MTX-V2 1974-11-16 Wembley Pre FM-Master 1974-11-16 Wembley Wizards 1974-11-17 Getting Better All The Time 1974-11-28 Empire Theatre 1974-12-09 Manchester Day '74 1974-12-14 Stairstep To Abandon - Bristol, England [Vinyl] 1975-04-08 Azimuth Coordinator Pt. 1 1975-04-13 Riding The Cow.Cow Palace,California,USA 1975-04-26 Cruel But Fair 1975-04-26 Dogs And Sheep 1975-04-27 Hogs in Smog 1975-04-27 Los Angeles, CA master 1975-06-15 Faster Jersey 1975-06-15 Jersey Not Mother 1975-06-16 Random Precision 1975-06-18 Boston Garden Matrix Version 1975-06-18 Boston Gardens 1975-06-18 Crazy Diamonds [VBR] 1975-06-18 Echoes In The Gardens 1975-06-22 Heavy Rain 1975-06-28 Master Reel - Ontario (RTR-DAT-Source 2) (flac) 1975-80 - Azimuth Coordinator 1975 a 1980 (6CD box 1998) 1977-01-05 Iron Pigs On Fire - Fort Worth, Texas 1977-01-23 - If Pigs Could Fly 1977-01-23 Bugger's Eyes 1977-01-29 Desk Pig In Berlin 1977-01-30 Absolut Floyd 1977-01-30 Hunting Animals - Berlin, Germany 1977-02-01 Test Flight - Vienna, Austria 1977-02-20 Animals In Belgium - Antwerpen [FLAC] 1977-02-20 Ducks On The Wall 1977-02-20 Thirteen 1977-02-22 Dragged Down By The Stone 1977-02-22 Pavillion de Pigs 1977-02-27 Animals On The Wing 1977-04-22 Hurricane Floyd Hits - Miami FL 1977-05-01 Iron Pigs On Fire 1977-05-09 Animal Instincts 1977-05-09 Mr Pig - Oakland [MP3] 1977-06-19 Chicago '77 1977-06-19 Soldier Field, Chicago, IL (1st gen Charly C.'s tape - source 1) 1977-06-27 Boredom and Pain (Boston Gardens) 1977-06-27 Boston Garden, Boston, MA - The Perfect Day (FLAC) 1977-06-27 Boston Garden, Boston, MA (Lampinski) 1977-06-27 Pink Floyd 1977-06-27 1977-07-01 Live at Madson Square Garden 1977-07-02 In the Grassland Away 1977-07-02 Live at Madson Square Garden 1977-07-02 Prog King - Madison Square Garden 1977-07-02 Welcome To The Machine 1977-07-03 Madson Square Garden - New York 1977-07-03 Pigs Might Fly 1977-07-04 Sheep Independence Day (FLAC) 1977-07-06 Azimuth Coordinator Pt. 2 - Last Animals 1977-07-06 Fire Works Show In The Canadian Walls 1977-07-06 Montreal 1977-07-06 Who Was Trained Not To Spit On The Fan 1980-01-01 The Wall Rehearsals 1980 1980-02-07 Azimuth Coordinator Pt. 3 - flac16 1980-02-08 Little Black Book With My Poems In 1980-02-27 The Wall Live In Nassau 1980-02-28 Nassau - Coliseum - NY 1980-08-09 Soundboard on the Wall - Earls Court, London, England 1980-1981 Is There Anybody Out There The Wall Live 1981-02-19 Tear Down The Wall 1981-02-20 The Sixth German Show-Westfalenhalle, Dortmund 1981-02-20 Westfallenhalle,Dortmund, Germany 1981-06-16 Earl's Court, London (Watching The World Upon The Wall) 1984-04-30 (Gilmour) Live At The Hammersmith Odeon (London )(320) 1984-05-22 (Gilmour) Beacon Theater - New York City-NY 1984-06-16&17 (Waters w. Clapton) Sidewinder (Stockholm) 1984-06-29 (Gilmour) New Game - Berkeley [FLAC] 1984-07-12 (Gilmour and Friends) In Floyd We Trust (320) 1984-07-12 (Gilmour) Westwood One Concert (48kHz)(320) 1984-07-18 (Waters) Eric the Player, Roger the Singer 1985-03-20 (Waters) Live Radio City Music Hall, NYC [FM] 1985-03-28 (Waters) Complete Hitch Hiking Perfomance 1987-09-16 Echoes By The Lake Disc 1-3 1987-09-19 Prism 1987-11-01 Live at the Orange Bowl, Miami 1987-11-07 (Waters) Goodbye Mr. Pink Floyd (Remaster) 1987-11-30 MONEY GOES WEST - (The Sports Arena - Los Angeles, California) 1988 Delicate Sound Of Thunder (UK 7914802) 1988-02-19 Live in Melbourne (SOUNDBOARD) 1988-02-19 Melbourne - Soundboard Recording 1988-02-19 Tennis Center, Melbourne 1988-07-08 Nothing Is Changed (Modena, Italy) [VBR] 1989-06-12 Globe Arena, Stockholm 1989-06-13 Globe Arena, Stockholm 1989-06-14 Globe Arena, Stockholm 1989-07-01 Palais Omnisport de Paris Bercy, Paris, France 1989-07-15 Live In Venice 1989 {FLAC] 1989-07-15 Venice, Grand Canal 1990 (Waters) The Wall - Live In Berlin 1990-06-30 Of Promises Broken 1990-06-30 The Knebworth Tales 1994-03-30 Miami - The Live Bell 1994-04-16 Your Favorite Disease 1994-04-21 Pigs Over The San Francisco Bay 1994-04-21 They're Blowin Me Away - Oakland Master DAT 1994-05-31 3 Pigs At 3 Rivers 1994-06-11 The Bell Gets Louder 1994-07-18 By The Light Of The Silvery Moon 1994-08-13 The Sound Surrounds 1994-09-04 Softly Spoken Magic Spells - Feyenoord [MP3] 1994-09-13 A Night In Italy 1994-09-13 A Passage Of Time 1994-09-15 Udine - Italy 1994-09-19 - The Nights Of Wonder 1995 Pulse 1995 Wish You Were Here Live (CDM 7243 8 82207 2 9) 2000 (Waters) In The Flesh (Live) 2001-06 2002-01 David Gilmour in Concert (320) 2002-03-05 (Waters) The Happiest Night of Our Lives - National Stadium, Santiago 2005-07-02 Live 8 Reunion 2006-03-07 (Gilmour) Mermaid Theatre - London 2006-03-19 (Gilmour) Regathering Our Senses - Heineken Music Hall, Amsterdam [FA025] 2006-05 (Gilmour) 2007 - Remember That Night 2006-07-29 Happy Birthday Dear Richard (Archive Konigsplatz Munich rec 4) 2006-08-26 (Gilmour) Live In Gdansk 2006-12-07 (Waters) Milan, Italy FM 2007 (Gilmour) 4 Tracks Live From Abbey Road (US Promo CD Single)(320) 2007-03-14 (Waters) 50000 Lunatics on The Grass Chile '07 2007-07-07 (Waters) Live Earth 2007 2008-06-15 (Gilmour) Ron's Psychedelic Supper Vol.2 2010-07-10 (Waters & Gilmour) The Hoping Foundation (320) 2010-09-15 (Waters) The Wall Live - Air Canada Centre, Toronto, ON 2010-09-16 (Waters) The Wall Live - Air Canada Centre, Toronto, ON 2010-09-18 (Waters) The Wall Live - Air Canada Centre, Toronto, ON 2010-09-20 - Roger Waters - The Wall - Chicago [MP3] 2010-12-18 (Waters) Flickering Flames On The Wall - Palacio De Los Deportes, Mexico D.F 2010-12-19 (Waters) Flickering Flames On The Wall - Palacio De Los Deportes, Mexico D.F 2010-12-21 (Waters) Flickering Flames On The Wall - Palacio De Los Deportes, Mexico D.F 2011-03-25 (Waters) Madrid - Experimento 2011-05-15 (Waters) Live At O2 Arena, London, England 2017 Live at Pompeii [FLAC] David_Gilmour - Live Tracks - MP3
3. Rarities
1965 - Syd Barrett - Lucy Leave and Other Rarities [FLAC,Tracks] 1965-95 - Pinkie Milkie - Rarities Compilation 1966-67 London '66 - '67 (UK 1995 CDM SFMDP 3) 1966-67 Psychedelic Games for May 1966-71 Sophisticated Colours 1966-94 Early Flights Disc 1-10 1967 Reaction In G 1967-69 Music For Architectural Students 1967-71 Antiques- A Rare Collection of Oddities 1967-71 Antiques And Curios 1967-87 A CD Full Of Secrets 1968 Tonite Let's All Make Love in London OST 1968-69 The Embryo (TSP-CD-020 1989) [VBR] 1968-70 - Old Symphonies 1968-1970 - FM 1968-70 Ultra Rare Trax Vol. 1-3 1968-71 Spiral 1968-74 From Underground To The Moon 1969 - High Time 1969 - The Complete Zabriskie Point Sessions 1969-70 Omay Yad 1969-99 - Roger Waters - Rarities Vol 1-3 1970-71 - Syd Barrett - The Radio One Sessions 1971-72 Studio Outtakes & Demos 1972-06 From the Other Side (DSOTM Outtakes) 1975 - Tour Comic book 1975-76 Abbey Road to Britannia Row The Extraction Tapes (2014) 1978 The Wall- Under Construction 1978-79 Building The Wall 1979 Every Brick In The Wall (outtakes) 1980 - The Wall - Original Film Sessions 1980 1980 The Wall (Demos) 1982 The Final Cutting 1987 A Momentary Lapse of Reason Live Official Tour CD (Demonstration Not For Sale) 1987 One Slip CDM (UK 1987 CDEM 52) 1988 - A Momentary Lapse Of Reason (Official Tour CD)_flac 1990-05-02 - Roger Waters - The London Rehearsals 1990 1994 - Just Warmin Up - The Rehearsals in Tampa - 1994 Pink Floyd - Just Warming Up (Tampa 1994 ) 1996 Pink Floyd & Friends - Interstellar Overdrive (Canada 1996 PS-NEMS 1001-2) 2001 Pink Underground 2005...A Desperate Attempt of Perfection 2010 - Roger Waters - Is It The Fifth A Tree Full Of Secrets (18xCD Box Rarities) Have You Got It Yet 2008 Have You Got It Yet v2 HYGIY v2.0 Vol. 1 Live Anthology Roger Waters - Rarities Vol 1-3 Secret Rarities (2014 Star Profile - audio documentary Variations on a Theme of Absence 8-CD
4. Compilations
1965-72 The Early Years Limited Edition 10CD [FLAC] 1967 The First 3 Singles (Remaster UK 1997 7243 8 59895 2 0) 1967 The Syd Barrett Tapes 1967-11-17 The First Singles 1967-1973 - Anthology II [HL 325-326] 1967-68 Masters of Rock 1967-68 The Early Singles (EU 1992 0777 7 80572 2 2) 1967-71 The Complete BBC Sessions 1967-93 - Total Eclipse - A Retrospective 1967-1993 - Italy 1981 A Collection Of Great Dance Songs (Remaster Japan 2001 TOCP-65744) 1983 Works (US 1983 CDP 7 46478 2) 1988 - Syd Barrett - Opel 1992 - La Carrera Panamericana 1992 - Syd Barrett - Octopus 1995 - Greatest Hits 3 - Post Pink - 1995 - MP3.320kbps 1999 - Legendary Rock Stars - Greatest Hits 2001 - Echoes The Best Of Pink Floyd (US 2001 2xCD CDP 7243 5 36111 2 5) 2003 - Roger Waters - Flickering Flame (320) 2007 - David Gilmour - Take a Best (Bootleg)(320) 2007 - Greatest Hits - Star Mark - 320Kbps 2010 - Syd Barrett - An Introduction to Syd Barrett (2010) 2011 - CD Sampler - 2011 Syd Barrett - Wouldn't You Miss Me -The Best of Syd Barrett
5. Remixes
1994 Dark Side Of The Moon -[Trance] 1994 Wish You Were Here [Trance] 1995 Meddle (Trance Remix) 1998 A Momentary Lapse Of Reason (Trance) 2000 Welcome to the Remix 2003 Easy Star All Stars - Dub Side of the Moon 2003-01-01 - The Floydian Propulsion Project 2004 Out There 2005 The Dark Side Of A Dream [320] 2006 DJ Fish Remixes 2006 Pink Floyd & Eric Prydz - Proper Education 2010 DSotM - Moon8 - 8 bits
6. Tributes-Covers
1995 The London Philharmonic Orchestra - The Music Of Pink Floyd 2002 Pigs and Pyramids An Allstar Lineup Performing the Songs of Pink Floyd 2005 The Piano Tribute To Pink Floyd 2006 Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Pink Floyd
7. Interviews & Documentaries
1988 - Audio Documentario - Star Profile 2002 - Wish Youd Been Here - The Pink Floyd Story - Radio BBC 1974 - Tour Comic - 1974 1976 - Songbook 1987 - Songbook (VictorF) 2000 - Guitar Tab Anthology
By Guy de Maupassant THE WEDDING NIGHT MY DEAR GENEVIEVE, you ask me to tell you about my wedding journey. How do you think I dare? Ah! Sly one, who had nothing to tell me, who even allowed me to guess at nothing—but there! Nothing from nothing! Now you have been married eighteen months, yes, eighteen months, you, my best friend, who formerly said you could conceal nothing from me, and you had not the charity to warn me! If you had only given me the hint! If you had only put me on my guard! If you had put one little simple suspicion in my soul, you might have hindered me from making the egregious blunder for which I still blush and which my husband will laugh at until his death. You alone are responsible for it! I have rendered myself frightfully ridiculous for- ever; I have committed one of those errors of which the memory is never effaced—and by your fault, wicked one! Oh! If I had known! Wait! I take courage from writing and have decided to tell you all. But promise me not to laugh too much. And do not expect a comedy. It is a drama. You recall my marriage. I was to start the same evening on my wedding journey. Certainly I did not at all resemble Paulette, whom Gyp tells us about in that droll account of her spiritual romance called About Marriage. And if my mother had said to me, as Mme d'Hautretan did to her daughter: "Your husband will take you in his arms—and——" I should certainly not have re- sponded as Paulette did, laughing: "Go no farther, Mamma, I know all that as well as you." As for me, I knew nothing at all, and Mamma, my poor mamma who is always frightened, dared not broach the delicate subject. Well then, at five o'clock in the evening, after the collation, they told us that the carriage was waiting. The guests had gone; I was ready. I can still hear the noise of the trunks on the staircase and the blowing of Papa's nose, which seemed to indicate that he was weeping. In embracing me the poor man said: "Good courage!" as if I were going to have a tooth pulled. As for Mamma, she was a fountain. My husband urged me to hasten these painful adieux, and I was myself all in tears, although very happy. That is not easy to explain but is entirely true. All at once I felt something pulling at my dress. It was Bijou, wholly forgotten since morning. The poor beast was saying adieu to me after his fashion. This gave my heart a little blow, and I felt a great desire to embrace my dog. I seized him (you remember he is as large as a fist) and began to devour him with kisses. I love to caress animals. It gives me a sweet pleasure, causing a kind of delicious shiver. As for him, he was like a mad creature; he waved his paws, licked me and nibbled, as he does, when he is perfectly content. Suddenly he took my nose in his teeth, and I felt that he had really bitten me. I uttered a little cry and put the dog down. He had bitten, although only in play. Everybody was disturbed. They brought water, vinegar and some pieces of linen. My husband himself attended to it. It was nothing, after all, but three little holes which his teeth had made. At the end of five minutes the blood was stopped and we went away. It had been decided that we should go on a journey through Normandy for about six weeks. That evening we arrived at Dieppe. When I say evening, I mean midnight. You know how I love the sea. I declared to my husband that I could not retire until I had seen it. He appeared very contrary. I asked him, laughing, if he was sleepy. He answered: "No, my dear, but you must understand that I would like to be alone with you." I was surprised. "Alone with me?" I replied. But you have been alone with me all the way from Paris in the train." He laughed. "Yes—but—in the train—that is not the same thing as being in our room." I would not give up. "Oh well," I said, "we shall be alone on the beach, and that is all there is to it!" Decidedly he was not pleased. He said: "Very well; as you wish." The night was magnificent, one of those nights which brings grand, vague ideas to the soul—more sensations than thoughts, perhaps—that brings a desire to open the arms as if they were wings and embrace the heavens, but how can I express it? One always feels that these unknown things can be comprehended. There was a dreaminess, a poesy in the air, a happiness of another kind than that of earth, a sort of infinite intoxication which comes from the stars, the moon, the silver, glistening water. These are the best moments of life. They are a glimpse of a different existence, an embellished, delicious existence; they are the revelation of what could be, of what will be, perhaps. Nevertheless, my husband appeared impatient to return. I said to him: "Are you cold?" "No." "Then look at the little boat down there which seems asleep on the water. Could anything be better than this? I would willingly remain here until day- break. Tell me, shall we wait and see aurora?" He seemed to think that I was mocking him and very soon took me back to the hotel by force! If I had known! Oh, the poor creature! When we were once alone I felt ashamed, constrained, without knowing why. I swear it. Finally I made him go into the bathroom while I got into bed. Oh, my dear, how can I go further? Well, here it is! He took, without doubt, my extreme innocence for mischief, my extreme simplicity for profligacy, my confident, credulous abandon for some kind of tactics and paid no regard to the delicate management that is necessary in order to make a soul wholly un- prepared comprehend and accept such mysteries. All at once I believe he lost his head. Then fear seized me; I asked him if he wished to kill me. When terror invades, one does not reason or think further; one is mad. In one second I had imagined frightful things. I thought of various stories in the newspapers, of mysterious crimes, of all the whispered tales of young girls married to miserable men! I fought, repulsed him, was overcome with fright. I even pulled a wisp of hair from his mustache and, relieved by this effort, I arose, shouting: "Help! help!" I ran to the door, drew the bolts and hurried, nearly naked, downstairs. Other doors opened. Men in night apparel appeared with lights in their hands. I fell into the arms of one of them, imploring his protection. He made an attack upon my husband. I know no more about it. They fought and they cried; then they laughed, but laughed in a way you could never imagine. The whole house laughed, from the cellar to the garret. I heard in the corridors and in the rooms about us explosions of gaiety. The kitchenmaids laughed under the roof, and the bellboy was in contortions on his bench in the vestibule. Think of it! In a hotel! Soon I found myself alone with my husband, who made me some summary explanations, as one explains a surgical operation before it was undertaken. He was not at all content. I wept until daylight, and we went away at the opening of the doors. That is not all. The next day we arrived at Pourville, which is only an embryo station for baths. My husband overwhelmed me with little attentions and tender care. After a first misunderstanding he appeared enchanted. Ashamed and much cast down over my adventure of the evening before, I was also amiable as could be, and docile. But you cannot figure the horror, the disgust, almost the hatred that Henry inspired in me, when I knew the infa- mous secret that they conceal from young girls. I was in despair, as sad as death, mindful of everything and harassed by the need of being near my poor parents. The next day after we arrived at Etretat. All the bathers were in a flurry of excitement. A young woman had been bitten by a little dog and had just died of rabies. A great shiver ran down my back when I heard this story told at the hotel table. It seemed to me immediately that I was suffering in the nose, and I had strange feelings in all my limbs. That night I could not sleep; I had completely forgotten my husband. What if I were going to die, too, from rabies? I asked for some details the next day from the proprietor of the hotel. He gave me some frightful ones. I passed the day in walking upon the shore. I thought I could no longer speak. Hydro- phobia! What a horrible death! Henry asked me: "What is the matter? You seem sad." I answered: "Oh! Nothing! Nothing!" My staring eyes were fixed upon the sea without seeing it, upon farms, upon the fields, without ever being able to say what came under my gaze. For nothing in the world would I have confessed the thought that tortured me. Some pain, true pain was felt in my nose. I wished to return. As soon as I was back in the hotel I shut myself up in order to examine the wound. There was nothing to be seen. Nevertheless, I could not doubt that it was working me great harm. I wrote immediately to my mother, a short letter which probably sounded strange. I asked an immediate reply to some insignificant questions. After having signed my name, I wrote: "Especially, do not forget to give me some news of Bijou." The next day I could not eat, but I refused to see a physician. All day long I remained seated upon the bench, looking at the bathers in the water. They came, the thin and the stout, all hideous in their frightful costumes, but I never thought of laughing. I thought: "They are happy, these people! They have not been bitten! They are going to live! They have n thing to fear. They can amuse themselves at will because they are at peace!" At that instant I carried my hand to my nose, touching it; was it not swollen? And soon I entered the hotel, shut myself in and looked at it in the glass. Oh, it had changed color. I should now die very soon. That evening I felt all at once a sort of tenderness for my husband, a ten- derness of despair. He appeared good to me; I leaned upon his arm. Twenty times I was on the point of telling him my distressing secret but ended in keeping silent. He abused odiously my listlessness and the weakness of my soul. I had not the force to resist him, or even the will. I would bear all, suffer all! The next day I received a letter from my mother. She replied to my quest- ions but said not a word about Bijou. I immediately thought: "He is dead and they are concealing it from me." I wished to run to the telegraph office and send a dispatch. One thought stopped me: "If he really is dead they will not tell me." I then resigned myself to two more days of anguish. I wrote again. I asked them to send me the dog, for diversion, because I was a little lonesome. A trembling fit took me in the afternoon. I could not raise a full glass without spilling half. The state of my soul was lamentable. I escaped from my husband at twilight and ran to the church. I prayed a long time. On returning I felt anew the pains in my nose and consulted a druggist whose shop was lighted. I spoke to him as if one of my friends had been bitten, asking his advice in the matter. He was an amiable man, very obliging. He advised me freely. But I forgot to notice what he said; my mind was so troubled. I only remember this: "Purging is often recommended." I bought many bottles of I know not what, under pretext of sending them to my friend. The dogs that I met filled me with horror, creating in me a desire to flee at top of my speed. It seemed to me many times, also, that I had a desire to bite them. My night was horribly disturbed. My husband profited by it. The next day I received a response from my mother. "Bijou," she said, "is very well, but it would expose him to too much to send him alone on a railroad train." Then they would not send him to me. He was dead. I could not yet sleep. As for Henry, he snored. He awoke many times. I was annihilated. The next day I took a bath in the sea. I was almost overcome in entering the water; I was so frightfully cold. I was more than ever shocked by this frigid sensation. I trembled in every limb but felt no more pain in the nose. By chance they presented me to the medical inspector of the baths, a charm- ing man. I led up to my subject with extreme skill. I then said to him that my little dog had bitten me several days before and asked him what was neces- sary to be done if we discovered any inflammation. He laughed and answered: "In your situation, madame, I see only one remedy, which would be for you to make a new nose." And as I did not comprehend, he added: "Your husband will see to that." And I was no better informed on leaving him than I was before. Henry that evening seemed very gay, very happy. We went to the casino, but he did not wait for the end of the play before proposing to me to return. As there was nothing of interest to me, I followed him. But I could not remain in bed; all my nerves were unstrung and vibrating. Neither could he sleep. He embraced me, caressed me, became all sweetness and tenderness, as if he had finally guessed how much I was suffering. I accepted his caresses without even comprehending them or thinking about them. But suddenly an extraordinary, fearful crisis seized me. I uttered a frightful cry, pushed back my husband who took hold of me, ran into my room and began to beat my head and face against the door. It was rage! Horrible rage! I was lost! Henry raised me up, himself frightened and trying to understand the trouble. I kept silent. I was resigned now. I awaited death. I knew that after some hours of respite another crisis would seize me, even to the last which would be mortal. I allowed them to put me in the bed. At the point of day the irritating obsessions of my husband caused a new paroxysm, which was longer than the first. I had a desire to tear and bite and howl; it was terrible and, nevertheless, not so painful as I had believed. Toward eight o'clock in the morning I slept for the first time in four nights. At eleven o'clock a beloved voice awoke me. It was Mamma, whom my letters had frightened and who had hastened to see me. She had in her hand a great basket, from whence came some little barks. I seized it, foolish in hope. I opened it, and Bijou jumped upon the bed, embraced me, gamboled about, rolled himself upon my pillow, frenzied with joy. Ah well, my dearie, you may believe me if you will; I did not comprehend all until the next day! Oh, the imagination, how it works! And to think that I believed—— Tell me, was it not too foolish? I have never confessed to anyone, you will understand why, the tortures of those four days. Think, if my husband had known! He has teased enough already about my adventure at Pourville. For my part, I cannot be too angry at his jests. I am done. We have to accustom ourselves to everything in life.
So you've been asking and I heard! The latest chapter in The Weight We Carry! I got bit by the writing bug earlier this morning and if my strange writing habits weren't so time consuming I'd have it out sooner. As it is I'm posting this and then going to bed! So if there's any glaring mistakes or horrible things I didn't mean to leave in? Well... shit. My Stories My Patreon Previous Chapter Highway Y outside Eldon, Former Missouri. 9:21 am local time, December 25th 2034. “This… isn’t… a very… good… Christmas.” I looked over my shoulder with a smirk as I saw Sergeant Huertas pedaling along at the back of the group. Wobbling a little as he kept riding. “What’s wrong sergeant? Don’t you get enough PT? This is just a nice little ride into town.” I looked ahead up Highway Y as we kept riding. Thankfully it hadn’t snowed since the trucks came through so the road was clear enough for the rest of us to follow on our bikes. Since the attack on Fort Sierra the trucks and cars were all being used to move around supplies and equipment, along with our wounded. The rest of us. Myself included, had two choices for transport. Foot. Or bike. “It’s… not that… this… hurts… my dick.” The sergeant replied which made the rest of us start laughing and I shook my head a little at his rather honest answer. “You’ve got to adjust the seat sergeant. Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to properly ride a bike?” I asked then as I looked back to see him huff and puff, his breath coming out in big plumes thanks to the low temperature. “When I was a kid! Not… for this… ride so… long… your dick… hurts… shit.” I couldn’t help but laugh once again. “In the… fishing village… where I grew up… we drove places.” I thought that over a moment. “Fishing village? Aren’t you from LA?” I asked and he nodded as he kept pedaling. “Like I said… the fishing village. Fuck… I didn’t… join the army… for no… goddamn… tour de… Missouri shit.” I kept chuckling even as I shook my head and kept moving. Leave it to Sergeant Huertas to make a long cold bike ride more amusing. “Come now sergeant. Bicycle corps have a long and storied military history. Starting in the late 1800s. Used by the first commandos of the modern age. The Dutch in South Africa.” I glanced around the group of bike riders around me then. Lewis was to my right, Felon was to my left, and the rest of Alpha around us. I was plenty well protected in this group of resistance soldiers riding their bikes into old Eldon. Might as well give them a little history lesson while we rode. “The Dutch? Weren’t they known for smoking a lot of pot and growing tulips?” Lewis asked which made me chuckle again. “Don’t let their modern history fool you. The Dutch once held a massive trade empire spanning the globe. New York as first New Amsterdam, and Australia was New Holland. Though for some reason the Brits didn’t rename New Zealand… Anyway they actually started a lot of modern military ideas. The first marines were Dutch. They raided the English navy at port once. Burned up a lot of ships up the Thames river which would be like… the Cubans sailing up the Mississippi and burning shit in Saint Louis.” “The Dutch?” Felon asked and I nodded as we kept pedaling along, Huertas wheezing behind us. “Yep. Then their king… or prince? The monarch of the Netherlands at some point became the king of England and shit went downhill for the Dutch after that. The Brits conquered most of their colonies and they were never the same… But anyway back to bicycle corps. In the…” I paused and tried to remember my years a bit. “A few centuries ago the Dutch settled in South Africa and later the Brits showed up and drove them inland away from the coast. The Netherlands had to give up the colony and they became the independent… Boers. Before you ask no I have no idea what Boers means or why the name change.” “They called themselves pigs?” Lewis asked and I laughed before shaking my head. “B-O-E-R-S.” I spelled out. “Like I said. I don’t know the meaning. Anyway, the Brits weren’t satisfied with the coastal towns when they found out about the resources deeper in South Africa… and all of Africa I guess. So they took over. Then the Boers began a resistance campaign that spawned the first modern commandos. Hit and run raids, early IEDs, all sorts of guerilla tactics. It was a brutal and protracted affair. War crimes for both sides involved honestly. But back then they weren’t called war crimes.” I trailed off as we kept riding until Lewis spoke up again. “So… the bicycle corps?” “Right.” I nodded as he reminded me. “So one of the best commandos at the time realized that horses take supplies and are pretty easy to spot, and only certain people could have them since they were expensive. But they also had bikes. So what’s faster and easier than walking 20 miles? Biking 20 miles.” “It ain’t… fuckin… easy…” Huertas panted from the back which made most of us chuckle again. “I said easier. Easier doesn’t mean easy. Anyway, that’s Eldon up ahead.” I pointed to the buildings ahead of us a ways. “We’re not far now. But yeah… the Dutch were the first marines, and commandos, and created the first bike corps. They were in limited use for decades. Even in World War 2 the Danish had them and later on the Germans used them as they got pushed back into Germany. In fact the Boer commando who came up with the idea was the great great grandfather of… that one… actress…” My words slowed down as I tried to think of her and glanced over at Felon. “You remember her right?” He just shrugged as he kept riding. “Colonel I have no idea who might be related to an old Dutch commando.” I sighed out then and slowly shook my head. “Shit…” Was all I could mutter. “That’s going to bug me.” What was her name? I could picture her… she was in that movie about Australia. Driving that big war truck thing around. Fuck! What was the name of that movie? I was getting too damn old. I let out another sigh and shook my head. “I’ll remember in the middle of the night.” I muttered knowing that it would eventually come to me when it was too late. “We’re coming up on the junction.” Felon pointed out the slight curve in the road where Highway Y would meet 52. As we got closer I began to slow down without really thinking about it before finally coming to a stop at the intersection and looking to my left for oncoming cars. “Sir are you expecting traffic?” I looked over my shoulder at Felon and then laughed as I started to get riding down the road as we turned right. “Old habits.” I answered with a shrug. On either side of us snow was piled up around the old abandoned houses. Most of them had Christmas decorations still up from the invasion all those years ago. Up ahead on the right I spotted some of our trucks parked in front of the old dollar store. “You can finally give your dick some rest Huertas.” I called over my shoulder to a wheezing reply. “Thank Christ!” I chuckled again and looked over to Felon. “Get them warmed up and fed. I’m heading down the road a bit to the bank across from that… Gas station with the… what was it? Mobster’s pizza?” I was about to continue when I heard Huertas cry out. “Don’t mention pizza! Fuck! I’d… I’d fuckin… kill… for a big… greasy… pepperoni… fuck.” Felon just shook his head at that. “With cheese in the crust?” “Beer! Beer in the crust!” Huertas called back as I frowned. “How’s the supposed to work?” “Science! Fuck… I dunno… just… give me… a way… to eat… greasy pizza… and get drunk… at the same time…” He was trying to stand up a bit as he rode now, one hand adjusting his pants as I heard him mutter something about “cojones.” “Well they won’t have that here.” Felon called back. “Just soy sludge and hot porridge probably. Warm you right up Huertas don’t you worry.” Most of the soldiers pulled off then to stop in the old parking lot of the general store while Lewis and I continued on. “They used to have a lot of gas stations didn’t they?” Lewis asked as we rode on and I nodded as we past several local places with gas pumps out front. I could see the old sign for McDonalds further down. By now the golden arches had faded to a pale yellow white. There were still some old cars in the parking lot. The snow covering everything but the tops of the windows and their roofs, their paint stripped from years of neglect. Diagonal from the fast food place was the birck building of the bank and there were more of our trucks out front. Lewis and I rode up onto the sidewalk then and dismounted our bikes, leaning them against the building as we headed inside. Sergeant Jackson nodded to me as we entered and I let out a happy sigh as I saw an oil drum someone had dragged to the middle of the big room and set a fire in. I walked towards it, glancing up at the ceiling to see it was already blackened from the smoke. But without a fireplace or a heater this was simply how we had to keep warm. Rubbing my hands together after removing my gloves I held them up before the fire and looked around. All the old desks had been removed or shoved to the side and I could see Reed off in the bank’s small vault with a clipboard in hand. We were storing some of our gear and intel around the town until we could get a new camp. The most important stuff would go into bank vaults. Besides Reed there was Jackson and the rest of Bravo scattered around the place. I’m sure some were up on the second floor keeping watch, but only Lewis and I were huddled around the oil drum fire for now. When Reed finally finished with her checklist she walked out of the vault and over to us. “Sir, have a nice ride through the snow?” She smirked a bit and I gave a snort. Reed was a good officer. I gave her credit for being so professional despite our resistance conditions. I always felt she was a bit too stern and formal with the soldiers though. She was relaxed and casual when it was just me and Lewis but she held very strictly to the old separation of the enlisted from the officers. “I did, but Sergeant Huertas was having some problems with his seat.” She just shook her head and rolled her eyes before she went on. “So, we’ve gotten most of our things stashed through the town. You and Alpha were the last to make it down off the mountain. I got word from Piven that the gun bunnies made it to Barnett. His guns are stashed around Rocky Mountain and we’re going to have to hope the aliens don’t find them.” I nodded at that. We barely had time to get out of the Ozarks before the Unity brought in heavy reinforcements so getting the howitzers hooked up and towed would have been nearly impossible. “What about Hatchet?” I asked and she pointed to a map up on the wall of the area. “Same as last report. Unity forces are heading northwest from the remains of Fort Sierra to Versailles.” She was about to continue when Lewis spoke up. “Is that how you say it? I’ve been pronouncing it ver-sails this whole time.” Both Reed and I laughed at that for a moment. “It’s French.” I informed him and he frowned. “The French settled there?” He asked and I shook my head. Sometimes I forgot how little history the kids these days knew. “No it’s just a name. We’ve got a long proud history of stealing names from other places for use here. Like… Paris Texas.” “West of us is Warsaw.” Reed added. “North up the 87 is California.” I laughed at that. “Yeah Missouri has Warsaw, Versailles, and California… and… isn’t there a Nevada here too?” I asked and Reed nodded. “Then… Pittsburg?” “No that’s on the Kansas side.” She mentioned and I nodded. “Well I know there’s a Moscow Idaho. And Dublin California.” I listed off. “New York New York Las Vegas Nevada.” Reed added but I just snorted. “That’s a casino it’s not the same.” She shrugged and then wagged a finger at me. “But we’ve also got some pretty original names too like Knob Noster.” I laughed as she reminded me about that. “Oh yes that’s right. Over near Whiteman airforce base… I never did find out what a Noster is or why it has a knob.” I sighed and shook my head slowly before shrugging. “I just hope that it confused the aliens too while they were invading. So back to Hatchet. They’re moving up and away from us even now? Has he been drawing them up?” I asked and Reed shook her head. “He’s only instigated minor hit and run raids on convoys for supplies but they’ve been scattered all across from 135 to 52.” She pointed at the highways on the map. “And they’re already moving past his position. They’ve got a heavy presence and they’re searching the town itself but they aren’t really stopping for long. Oh and he said you wanted to know about anything unusual? Two nights ago in one of the camps the dogs went… as he phrased it. Nuts.” I arched a brow at that and she handed me the radio transcript. Hatchet reported that the trained dogs in the camp began acting strangely shortly after sunset. They would growl at the woods but wouldn’t bark and often would try to pull their handlers away from the edge of the camp and closer to the center. In fact all the dogs formed a ring at the center of the camp that night and didn’t sleep but kept an alert and vigilant pose as he put it. Several combat patrols were made that night but no contact was made and no trace of Unity hostiles were found. I shook my head as he described their behavior just like Reed said, as nuts. “That was two nights ago? Nothing since?” She shook her head as I rubbed my chin. “We haven’t had time to properly interrogate the pilot either. We’ve got her down the street in the Hardee’s freezer.” I glanced up at Reed then and frowned trying to place the name. “Is that… the Arby’s out here?” I asked and it was Reed’s turn to frown before she realized what I meant and shook her head. “No, Arby’s is just Arby’s. You’re thinking of Carl’s Junior. I forget sometimes you’re from the west coast.” I just groaned a little and sighed. “Well damn. Earlier Huertas was talking about greasy pepperoni pizza and now I just made myself think of a big fat ham and cheese sandwich. I guess I’m just hungry. Was Carl’s Junior… Hardee’s the one that had that special that was just a big pile of french fries covered in cheese and bacon?” I asked and heard Lewis groan a little. “Would you stop with the food? I’m hungry too.” Reed smirked then. “I can help you two with that problem. Even get you a ham and cheese.” She nodded at me before looking over at Jackson. “Sergeant Jackson. Go get some sandwiches from upstairs.” The Sergeant nodded and headed into the back of the bank to get upstairs as she explained. “We’ve been picking up some goodies from the farms around Jeff. Including ham and cheese.” I was feeling greedy and couldn’t stop myself before asking. “What kind of bread?” “Rye I think.” I got my hopes up for a moment. “Just the light one. Not marbled.” I let out a disappointed grunt and shrugged. “I really shouldn’t get my hopes up. But one day. One day I swear I will have a Reuben again.” Reed chuckled as I said that. “For a west coast boy you always go on about Reubens. You sure you’re not from New York?” I scoffed as she asked that. “You act like marbled rye and pastrami is somehow exclusive to the east coast, when they got it from eastern Europe so really you’re just denying yourself the culinary splendor that makes up America.” She smirked at that. “Anyway it’s about where you find it. We moved around a lot when I was a kid but I always could find a Jewish or Russian deli with good rye bread. It was so much more flavorful than that enriched white bread crap in the stores.” I thought it over for a moment then and shrugged. “But I guess now all bread has to be pretty fresh. Not like I can just walk into a supermarket and pick up a loaf of Wonder bread.” “The Unity provisioning centers usually have some form of bread.” Lewis mentioned. “But… I don’t think I ever got anything that wasn’t a few days old and pretty stale. “Well you’re in for a treat today.” Reed mentioned as Jackson came back out with a brown paper bag. He opened it up and handed me a hot sandwich wrapped in deli paper and I couldn’t help but let out a soft groan. “Oh it’s hot… Just what I needed after riding 10 miles uphill through the snow.” I started to unwrap my sandwich as Lewis chimed in. “Sir, it was actually more like 5 miles downhill.” I just glanced over at him while he unwrapped his own sandwich until I caught his attention and he looked at me. “Lewis, would you like to go back outside in the cold Missouri winter and ride 5 miles uphill and then 5 miles back down? Or would you like to just agree with your commanding officer and eat a hot ham and cheese sandwich?” He stared back at me for a few seconds before quickly raising his sandwich to take a large bite, as if I was about to take it from him. “That’s what I thought.” Was all I said and looked down at my meal. It was warm but not really toasted. Not like I cared. Light rye, thick slabs of ham, and also thick slices of what looked like very pale yellow cheddar. Without mass production and consumer demand cheese had stopped being orange. As I took a bite I kept it small, not wanting to eat too fast or choke on a big chunk. But I nearly went back on that idea as I could taste how damn fresh it all was. One of the benefits of getting supplies from the local farms.Which made me pause for a moment. But I kept chewing and swallowed before speaking. “How did they get fresh rye at this time of year? It’s late December and there’s no crops growing.” I looked at Reed who frowned and then shrugged. “I’m… not sure? I’m sure they had some stored away for the bread.” I thought that over for a moment as I looked at my sandwich. I glanced at Lewis who was still chomping down big mouthfulls of sandwich, then Jackson past him. “Did you have one?” He nodded. “Yes, sir. Why?” I looked back to Reed. “Did anyone get sick?” She looked confused and shook her head. “No? Is this a trustworthy farm?” Switching back over I saw Jackson who seemed to catch on. “Yes, sir it is. They’ve always been good about providing supplies for the resistance. I know the rye crop is over but it’s just a grain. I’m sure they had some stored away for bread like this.” I nodded slowly and then shrugged before dismissing that thought. “Just an old man being paranoid I guess. Lord knows I’m no farmer.” I sighed as I realized that a life of being a spy master had corrupted me permanently and this was just one of the more minor ways. I went back to taking small manageable bites of my sandwich and then had to keep from spitting some out when I looked over to see Lewis with his cheeks bulging. I choked down my current bite and spoke. “I had no idea you were this hungry Lewis.” When he looked at me he just tried to say something but all I could hear was a muffled collection of sounds that meant nothing to me. “Well try not to choke to death. I’d hate to train a new orderly.” I looked past Jackson and nodded at him. “More in the bag?” “Yes, sir. I was warming them up to take over to the guards at the Hardees. Got a thermos of hot soy sludge in there too.” I reached out for the bag then which he handed over. “I’ll take it over. I need to talk to the prisoner anyway.” Jackson nodded and began to head for the door when I spoke again. “I didn’t ask for an escort sergeant.” He looked back at me then seeming surprised. “You should have an escort sir. We’re not in a secure camp.” I snorted at that. “The nearest Unity forces are supposed to be miles away. And we’re in the center of Eldon. We have sentinels on all the roads. You think I’m in danger walking… what, 200 feet?” The Sergeant shrugged. “I still think you should have an escort sir.” I glanced over at Reed who shrugged so I then copied the movement and shrugged as well. “Doesn’t hurt I guess. I must really be showing my age for a young man to offer and help me cross the road.” I smiled and he did as well but the lack of laughter cut a bit deeper than I’d figured it would. We headed outside and I shivered a little at the change in temperature once we were outside. “Did you want to talk to me in private? Is that why you felt the need to escort me?” I asked but the sergeant just glanced over and shook his head. Was I really looking that old and feeble these days? I just rode a bike five miles through snowy roads… I shrugged it off then and kept walking. The old fast food place was ahead of us past yet another gas station. The once bright and colorful signs faded and worn. I could barely make out a sign about some sort of new hamburger with ham on it and snorted a little. One of Jackson’s men nodded to us from the window as we walked around the structure to the entrance. Inside it was still pretty cold, but not nearly as bad as outside. One of them had a fire going inside one of the ovens. “Brought you guys some chow.” I mentioned and the soldiers approached, thanking me as I handed out the still warm sandwiches followed by the thermos. I took another few bites of my sandwich as I waited for them each to get a cup full of hot soy sludge and then took the thermos as they handed it back. “The prisoner talkative?” “Lizzie? She answers questions. Doesn’t venture much on her own except complaints.” One of the soldiers answered me. A corporal based on the smiley face patches on his gear. Just how did that start again? I wish I could remember. How much could I not remember today? I frowned a little and tried to clear my head as something caught up with my brain. “Lizzie? You guys named her Lizzie? As in… Lizzie the lizard?” I asked and they chuckled. “That’s her name. It’s on her documents.” Jackson informed me. “She named herself Lizzie?” I asked then and he shrugged. “Someone named her Lizzie. That’s all I know for sure.” That made me think for a minute as I just shifted and shook my head. “See this is why I don’t trust the Isoren. Bregnan have names that sound like you’re coughing up phlegm. The Rekanta don’t even have real names that I can tell. They just have their rank and then a number. But Isoren? They have suspiciously human names. I don’t like it.” I shrugged then and headed to the back of the restaurant. The freezer was pretty easy to spot, as was the icepick they were using to keep it locked shut. I removed the ice pick from the handle and opened it up. Inside was our captured alien pilot. The reptile was bundled up in thermals and a parka, and ski pants and was still shivering visibly when I saw her. She was just standing in the middle of the room shivering and clutching herself in the cold. “Oh hell you look like a popsicle. Come out here.” I waved her forward and the alien quickly stepped out and then feeling the heat from the oven stood in front of it close enough that I thought she might burn herself on it but clearly the alien wanted the heat. I stepped into the freezer then and noticed it was about as cold as the outside. “Ah right even without power it’s insulated. Probably kept all the heat from the oven out. Sorry about that. I’m the one who told my men to keep you someplace secure. But that’s not necessary now.” I mentioned and closed the freezer door. I glanced over at Jackson and his men clustered around the old counter as I waved them away to give me and the alien some space. Jackson nodded and motioned for his men to head closer to the front of the seating area. I handed the thermos to Lizzie then. “Soy sludge.” I said simply and she unfastened the cap so quick I thought she might have just ripped it off before she tilted her head back and started to chug it down. I was about to reach out and try to stop her as I saw the steam coming off the dark liquid but even as I heard her whimper she kept drinking until it was all gone. After that she was shivering less but handed the thermos back, her tongue hanging out a bit as she looked to be in pain. “Burn your tongue?” She nodded at my question and I just sighed. “Wait here.” I set the sandwich bag on the counter along with my own sandwich and walked outside, scooping up a bit of what looked to be clean snow and walked back inside to press it into her hand. “Suck on some of this.” The alien looked at the snow as if she’d never dealt with it before. Perhaps she hadn’t. Then she put some in her mouth and we stood there in silence as she seemed to work it around before nodding. “Maybe not burn… just felt very hot.” “Well I’m sure with how you were shivering in there it’s a hell of a temperature difference to suddenly chug hot sludge like that. Are you hungry?” She nodded then and I was about to tear my sandwich in half when I paused. “Can you eat cheese? Dairy?” She nodded to that as well. “Given treatment after conquest. Is good source for fat. Need more fat. Cold planet.” I smirked a bit at that and finished tearing my sandwich apart to hand her half. She glanced at it, then me and I took a bite of mine before she began to eat what I’d given her. Once more we just stood there, but now we quietly ate our sandwiches. She finished hers first and waited for me to finish before speaking again. “You said needed to be keep secure. No longer?” “Well, you’re still our prisoner. But your friends didn’t come looking for you like I thought they would. Hell they didn’t even slow down. They just raced off chasing that Chimera of yours.” She eyed me carefully and I knew she didn’t want to talk about that stuff but I was no longer interested in the fast and sloppy route. “Still hungry?” I asked and she looked a bit confused but nodded once more. I walked back to the counter for the sandwich bag, just one left so I pulled it out and crumpled up the paper bag they’d been in. I tore it in half just like the other and then reached out with half in either hand. “Which one?” I asked and she hesitantly reached for the one in my left. So she favored her right. I was curious if aliens were lefties or righties and so far I’d seen they were mostly righties. The Bregnan at any rate. I wondered if that meant anything. This time as she ate I spoke. “Do you have any special dietary needs? We take multi-vitamins to make up for certain deficiencies in what food we can get. I can show you what’s in them. I’m not very familiar with Isoren diet.” The alien pilot studied me carefully and shook her head slowly as she chewed, then swallowed before speaking up. “No… should be fine with human food. Maybe more… mmhhh… plants?” “Vegetables and fruit?” I ventured which made her nod. “They’re not as easy to come by in the winter. Hence the vitamins. We’ve got lots of those. Before the invasion people were concerned about eating healthy. We had so much food to eat most of it was very tasty but bad for our health in large amounts. But since it tasted so much better we kept eating it.” I chuckled a little but watched the alien to see if there was any reaction. “This I was told. Seems so strange… before we get too heavy. Too… mmhh.. Fat. They reduce rations. Why did you not simply reduce rations?” That was interesting. So a pilot had rations? The Unity wasn’t starving. Military habit? I’d find out in time. “We were free to eat what we wanted. We were successful enough to get fruits and vegetables in any season. But… not any more.” I shrugged. “We’ll see if you can take our multi-vitamins.” She watched me as she ate a bit more of the sandwich and I took a bite of my half, waiting for her to initiate this time. “So… I am prisoner. But you share food with me? You do not bind me?” I nodded at that. “This is… not as I was told.” “Have you been treated alright?” I asked then. “Cold… coldest in that… room.” She nodded past me at the freezer. “But past few nights… not hurt. Fed when able… allowed to wear warmth.” She touched the front of her parka with her free hand. “I thought… maybe just waiting until done running. Thought that room was start. A room to freeze me if I did not talk. But you say mistake?” I nodded. “Just a simple mistake. I told them to keep you secure. And that room is very secure. It’s just… also cold.” I shrugged. “I thought… punishment. For not answering questions.” I looked over at Jackson and the other three sitting in one of the old booths up front, talking and drinking their cups of soy sludge. “Did they ask you questions?” When I glanced back at the alien she was shaking her head. “No.” “So… why would we be punishing you for not answering questions we didn’t ask you?” The pilot frowned at that and slowly shrugged. I was curious if shrugging like that was natural to them or learned from us. “Well, no more cold rooms. Soon we’ll move to the houses for the day. Not sure how long we’ll be here. If you keep behaving things should go pretty smooth. Then maybe we can send you home when the fighting dies down.” I shrugged and tried to seem non committal but the alien seemed confused. “Not here now to… barbecue me for information?” I frowned at that and then laughed. “Grill you? No. No I wanted to make sure you were fed and doing alright. I’ll have questions later. I don’t know much about the Isoren. All the Unity says is you’re faithful servants. Like the Bregnan.” I made sure not to smile when the alien let out a hiss. “Not like them! They are brutes! No manners! Too aggressive. We are better. More useful. More civilized.” I raised my hands then. “Hey that’s only what we heard from the Unity. They don’t tell us much.” She got quiet at that and seemed thoughtful. “I’ll talk with you later Lizzie.” “Wait… that is all? No… questions about Chimera?” She asked and I shook my head. “Nope. It’s moved on. I’m more interested in you. Your kind. If you need something let them know.” I pointed to the soldiers up front. “If you get cold where they set up for the day tell them. They’ll find you more blankets, or get a fire going. Just tell them.” I nodded and turned to leave, motioning for Jackson who got up from the booth to walk over to me. I stepped outside with him before talking. “You trust your men to watch her?” He nodded. “Yes sir I do.” “Good. Tell them to keep a light touch with this one. Treat her well. Be gentle but firm. She can’t just wander off but don’t tie her down. Keep someone up at all times at night to make sure she doesn’t escape but no interrogation, no mistreatment. They’re free to talk to her. But simple questions only. Nothing about Unity forces or their military. Okay?” He nodded once more and I gave his shoulder a pat as he headed back inside to talk to his men. While he was in there I briefly considered heading back to the bank on my own without him as an escort but figured I’d just wait. Didn’t make sense to possibly annoy him over something so trivial. When he came back outside we went crunching back through the snow towards the bank. “How was the fight for the supermarket crossroads back at Fort Sierra?” I asked then, realizing I hadn’t done much after action work yet since I’d been so busy with the evacuation and then hiding in the woods. “Surprisingly easy sir. By the time they started to retreat we were well entrenched and Zeus just moved the barrage up along their path. Did we ever get a final count of the hostiles sir?” I shook my head at that. “No we were moving out of there too quick. Best guess is around a buck twenty.” “What about our own casualties sir?” That made me sigh softly. Besides hiding out in the woods these last few days I’d also been carving stars into rocks to honor our dead. “We got off light. Final count was 34 dead. About the same seriously wounded. We caught them by surprise and hit them hard as we could. You know as well as I how poorly the Bregnan do in an ambush. Especially when they’re outnumbered. Their only instinct is to charge. They’re too used to having the upper hand.” He nodded at that. We’d seen them charge head first into kill zones. The Bregnan were not tacticians. They were bred to charge it seemed. So charge they did. “Sort of sucks to think that even if we always could kill them three to one there might not be enough of us left.” I nodded as he said that. It was a sobering thought. As we approached the bank I saw a third bike stacked next to mine and Lewis’. When we headed inside it wasn’t much of a mystery to see who it belonged to. “Master Sergeant Felon. Has Sergeant Huertas’ ass managed to recover from his earlier ordeal?” I asked as Felon laughed. “Yes, sir I do believe he has. At least enough to stop complaining and start eating.” I smirked at that and nodded. “Either way sir I found us a house Lewis, you, and I can camp out in today.” I nodded at that. Felon was more or less my bodyguard when he wasn’t commanding Alpha. “Alright well let's go take a look then. Major Reed has he told you where we’ll be?” I looked past him at the Major and she nodded. “It’s down the street a bit. Not too far at all. If I need you or hear anything I’ll send someone down. Plus Lewis has his radio if things require breaking radio silence.” I nodded then and motioned for Lewis who tipped a cup he was holding up to his mouth to quickly gulp the contents before he stepped back outside with Felon and me. Felon got his bike but was just walking it rather than riding it. “The snow down the street makes it a bit too hard to ride. We didn’t want to drive our trucks further into town in case a Unity patrol rolls down the highway. It’s not too bad though just a few blocks. I’m sure you’ll love it sir. You’ll fit right in.” I frowned as he said that and tried to think about what was down this road. “You’re not trying to take me to the funeral home are you?” I asked which made him laugh. “No sir. You’re not dead yet are you?” “I most certainly am not. Sergeant Jackson thought I looked so old and frail though he did walk me down the street.” I let out a grumpy harumph which made Felon laugh again while we walked our bikes along the old snow covered street. I looked around as we walked along. Past an old church, then a career center, then a fire station, then another church. Looking back I never understood why we had so many churches. Then again why did we have so many gas stations? Everyone liked their own particular brand I guess. We passed the funeral home and I glanced over at Felon. “We’ve passed a few houses Felon. Where are we going?” “Just up ahead. Across from that boat.” When he pointed I squinted to see a boat sticking up out of the snow half a block up. It looked like at one point it had been covered in a tarp but the tarp was torn to shreds and the boat itself didn’t look much better. When I saw the house we were approaching I scoffed a little, looking up at it. “Did you just find the biggest fanciest house in the area?” I asked as I looked up at the big columns out front and the Christmas decorations littered all over the place. “Yes, Sir I did. I figure the nicer houses are built better. Besides it’s got a fireplace.” He pointed to the chimney. “They’ve all got fireplaces.” I replied as I waved my arm around the neighborhood. But either way we were soon walking up the path past the little statue in the front yard sticking up out of the snow and up the brick steps to the front door. I knocked and the other two just stared at me for a moment as I sighed. “Old habits.” I repeated again and tried the door which opened with a loud ominous horror movie creak. But inside was dark and quiet. “Anyone home?” I called out but got no reply so I knocked my boots against the door frame to try and knock most of the snow off and stepped inside. To the right in the corner was the skeletal remains of a Christmas tree. I sighed heavily as I saw the presents arrayed around the bottom. Still wrapped, but now covered in dust and dead Christmas tree. “You always call that out when we enter an old house like this.” Felon mentioned as he stepped past me. “Has anyone ever answered?” “Not yet.” I replied with a shrug. “Look at this one.” Lewis pointed at one of the presents which was very sloppily wrapped. Whoever had covered it looked like they’d used one giant piece and just wrapped the boxy contents in it, folding it at odd angles and using a giant piece of tape to hold it all in place. Felon picked it up. “Ah shit… it’s just made out to dad.” I shook my head slowly then as I walked further into the house, glancing at the pictures at the walls. The people were smiling and happy. Were any of them still alive? “Open it.” Lewis was saying behind me. “What?” “Open it. They clearly aren’t coming back for it.” I heard the tearing of wrapper paper followed by Felon’s surprised gasp. “No way!” I looked back and frowned as I tried to see what the box was he had in his hands. “It’s the complete blu-ray set! The original trilogy, the prequels, and the new stuff! Look!” He held the box out towards me. “It’s the one with the unmolested original trilogy at that!” I arched a brow as I tried to piece that together. “Unmolested?” “Yeah you know, like it was originally aired! Without all that bullshit CGI stuff they added later. Thanks George.” He muttered that last phrase sarcastically. “Are the stand alones on there?” I asked but he shook his head. “Nah just the core.” “Well it’s still not a bad find.” I replied before seeing Lewis’ confused face. “Wait… you’ve got no idea what we’re talking about do you?” He just shrugged and I began to look around. “Leo see if the power still works. Lets find the TV. Lewis here hasn’t seen this glorious masterpiece of science fantasy before! We need to correct that.” Felon snapped off a salute to that. “Sir yes sir!” He said before heading deeper into the house, the boxset held tight in his hands as if he was afraid he’d lose it. “Lewis head back up to the general store and requisition us snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. You’ve got…” I tried to do some mental math. “Somewhere between 18 and 24 hours of movies for us to get through.” “What?” He stood there looking even more confused at me. “But… aren’t you worried about Unity or… planning our next move or something?” I was about to reply when there was a loud clack from somewhere in the back and the lights flickered to life around us. So I just lifted my hands to the ceiling, “It’s Christmas Lewis and we’ve just been handed a miracle! So go get some food and prepare yourself for a spectacle of Hollywood entertainment! You’ve missed out on some of our finest cinema! It’s time to correct that and show you some of what we’re fighting for!” He snorted at that. “Movies? I think fighting for our freedom is pretty damn important sir.” “It most certainly is. And that includes our freedom to make movies! So get.” I waved him out the door and then went to find Felon and the house’s TV. I knew I was being a bit selfish, especially with Unity forces just a few miles down the road. But if they headed our way Reed would warn me. And I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sat down and just watched a movie. Maybe this Christmas wasn’t going to be so bad. Next Chapter
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