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Don’t let the name fool ya if you’re interpreting the pun to be
mellow + dome. It’s not about melodrama either. It’s the
first part of the word melody + dome. This is all about music.
Recording studios, concert halls, smaller stages, other interesting venues,
and even sports stadiums where no one ever actually plays sports. This dome
has it all. You can make music, listen to music, watch music. Every genre,
every level of interaction; everything. No place like this exists on Earth.
Even the cities known for music, like Havana and New Orleans, still had to
leave space for regular living. This is the Music City, no matter what
Nashville tries to tell you. There are some things that I’m not entirely sure
about, unfortunately. When my great great grandparents were younger, they
remember a trend where dead musicians were starting to be
resurrected through holograms. This isn’t the kind of volumetric
immersion that you’re used to in the present-day. It was very crude, and
very obviously fake, even if you didn’t know that the subject wasn’t
alive anymore. They recall being quite upset by this, not because it was
macabre—which it is—but because it was disrespectful. These were real people
who lived their lives, and then those lives ended. Before virtual immortality
was invented, that was just what happened. These musical artists were immortal
because of their legacy. That was what they were striving for, because they
probably didn’t even guess at the future of life extension research. Their
flame burned bright, but it was short, and that’s what was special about it.
If you missed it, that was sad, but it was sad in a good way. The holograms
robbed the industry of these artists’ authenticity, and sadly, that never went
away. The technology kept improving, and the industry kept embracing it,
despite pushback from the audience. There was evidently enough money in
it, probably because of people’s morbid curiosity. Melodome has not shied away
from this concept. They’ve brought the dead back to life using realistic
androids. Not all of them are even dead, but living performers who just aren’t
freaking on Castlebourne. I guess they signed away the rights to their
likeness, but that doesn’t make it okay. I’m not going to name real names, but
if John Doe can’t be here, then I shouldn’t be able to go to one of his
concerts, and watch a convincing facsimile reenact his set from X number of
years ago. I get that these are at least historically accurate shows, so
they’re not merely contriving something entirely out of thin air. They justify
it by saying that it’s like watching a recording, but I don’t consider that
the same thing. There’s a lot of great things to see here. If you’re an
artist, and you want a venue, they will find you one. I doubt the demand would
ever surpass the supply. So if you’re a music fan who wants to discover
someone new, you can do that. There’s always something going on, and it’s easy
to find new acts on the dome’s prospectus, but there’s also this other side of
it. They should really lean into the aspect of originality, because the
reenactments are unethical at best. But maybe that’s just my point of view.
You have to decide for yourself where your line is.
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