Human Like A House

Maybe it isn't all that inexplicable but a major part of it seems to be. Listening to pieces from the Doctor Who Prom overwhelmed me with a certain amount of teary-eyed emotions. It could be due to a somewhat traumatic experience when I was following the series when it was aired during the later part of this year or that Murray Gold themes featured were somewhat similar to Holst's interplanetary pieces that brings about a whole range of imagery about endeavor. The concert hall acoustics brings about a wide sound stage effect and cascading strings add on to the optimism of 'voyagery' into vast space.



However, I am somewhat at odds with the thing about the notion of the Doctor Who Prom being a lead-in kids to the concert going lifestyle - now really do we really want concert pandering kids pouncing at every opportunity to bust pocket money on gigs that even adults can't get with money? Well no one really things about this so it is left to archaic figures from Gallifery trying to maintain the status quo, somewhat reminiscent of human society and its refusal to react to change.

The marvels of modern technology keeps people alive and away from people these days. While I contemplate the end of this post with significantly higher quality recordings than vinyl of hay day in the background, I can't help but wonder if it was clever composition and utilization of the heart rate thumping bass that creates the possible illusion of emotions.

It is something like 4 am in the morning while I partake in this not-so-quiet activity, hoping that I might just be an ancient from an unknown world with memories lost to a certain horrid passing event. Do not ask me why, for it seem like I am unnaturally inclined to sober up at such odd hours of the 24 hour day.