Gui Boratto - Galuchat
So there are physiological reasons why some noises appeal to us and others do not. Or why some noises 'feel' happy and others sad. How did this evolve, though--that's what I want answered. I need some definitiveness in my life, and it might as well be in the field of evolutionary psycho-acoustics. Am I afraid of Steve Perry's voice because some atavistic part of me equates his tone with that of a swooping pterosaur? (I know, paleontologists, let me cut you off right there). Do I love the full sweet sound of woodwinds because it stimulates the part of my brain inherited from my ancestors, who were surely some kind of pale, cave-dwelling tribe who lied awake at night listening to the wind blow through the fissures and vents of their home? I don't know, but I would like to know, preferably before I die.I say all this because "Galuchat" incites a million different feelings when I listen to it. It is elegiac, sinister, comforting, disturbing, and sweet. Sometimes it seems like a battle song, and at other times it could be a song you'd play for your sweetheart. There's a struggle to speak, to say something, I think, in this song. I don't know what it's saying though. It's just the sounds of words, not the words themselves.[BUY III]