Once Upon A Time, There Was Beauty And Harmony

Once upon a time, there existed art.  And there also existed - even before art - the passion and intellect that would create art.

The head of Casablanca Records in the 1970s ran his organization with the proud proclamation: "I will spend two dollars to make a dollar."  Art for the sake of art.  This same mindset was held by those in past centuries undertaking the building of the world's great cathedrals, most of whom at the onset having devoted their lives to the monumental projects with knowledge that they would never see even the foundations finished.  The Casablanca Credo spoke volumes on the general philosophy of the 1970s, the timeperiod culminating in the pinnacle of music, film, and television.  However, after reaching a pinnacle, just by definition of pinnacle, there exists a fall afterward.  And what a precipitous fall it was after the 1970s, lasting until present-day, with no end in sight.  Listening to "music," watching television, going to the movies emblazons the mentally-retarded filth that comprise these industries.  It is as if we are 4,000 not only ~40 years from the philosophical thinking of the 1970s.  Today's "film," "television," and "music" are infested with nothing more than DNA-degenerated, cerebrum-decomposed black-souls whose only talent is the corrupting and destroying of forgotten forms of art into mirrors of their filthy core, with no harmonious composition, no feeling, no passion, no humanity, vomited by lower-lifeforms genetically-degenerated with neither soul nor brain: the parallel of a dead society whose virtually only manufacturing is guns and bombs.  We had taken an inverted, inside-out, 180-degree turn from the philosophical-intellectual-spiritual-cultural apex of humanity and entered The time of history that defies parody.  This society, as represented by its entertainment, is a sick parody.  Future civilizations thousands of years from now will draw the scientific conclusion that it was the toxic chemicals, growth hormones, antibiotics, pharmaceuticals, nuclear waste, flesh-eating bacteria, and brain-consuming viruses and amoebas that were responsible for the widespread devastation to the genetic material of the once-human human-being.  One can imagine how the paramecium-brains in today's "entertainment" industry would react to hearing, for example, from the Casablanca label, Alec Costandinos' Synergy, 1979, with the 100-piece London Symphony Orchestra, Pat Halling and John Watson, concertmasters - akin to a paramecium's reaction to the magnanimity of the Pyramids of Egypt.  And to think that masterpieces like this were even conceived never mind composed, arranged, orchestrated, performed, recorded, mixed, pressed onto vinyl into the form of a disco single, and danced to by a society in history's poshest palaces of music and dance in their tuxedos, silk gowns, and designer jeans makes the whole timeperiod an untouchable, never-to-be-revisited dream.  The greatest compliment to our artform and the supreme affirmation to its intellectual and artistic superiority is the amount of energy still expended by the mentally-retarded filth in their continuing to disparage and trying to destroy its memory.

The dumbing-down of the Dumb-and-Dumber Society began in the 1980s, the hallmark of that decade, a term that became standard in our lexicon during that virulent time, and has reached such a critical stage at this point that this society now holds the honor of being the most-retarded, -diseased, and -obese society in all of recorded human history - a true dumbocracy - and is the disdain of the rest of the world.  How and why did all of this happen, and at such an accelerated rate of speed?  How did the Money Machine take over so quickly that we now have in our lexicon "The 1%" and "The 99%," as if back in tenth-century Feudal England.  All emperors, rulers, dictators, and aristocracy of past civilizations, as well as those of today, have been and continue to be indoctrinated with the basic psychology of the ruling class: Maintain the Three Fs - Keep them fat and fatuous and fearful, with food and entertainment and an enemy, with Bread and Circus and an enemy, with a bag of Cheetos and American Idol and an "enemy," and they will not have the time or the brain power to realize their being the victim of the great Money Machine.  For the first time in this country's history, today's youth and their children will be bequeathed not their parents' inheritance, as in the past, but their parents' debt!  The Mayans, Aztecs, Incas, Chinese, Hindus, and other ancient societies wrote of this time thousands of years ago, stating that the bottom of the current 26,000-year cycle will take place on December 21, 2012, which is why all of their calendars ended on that date.  But, as they also stated - and as physicists during the 1940s had also foreboded would happen from their scientific examination - during the 1980s until 2012, and for the same duration thereafter, Earth and the rest of the solar system, on the way to the center of the Milky Way, would pass through the photon belt as it had many times in past 26,000-year cycles.  During this period, Earth and all the organisms on the planet will be bombarded with neutrinos, causing a great magnetic and chemical shift of Earth and, therefore, chemistry and physiology within the living organisms on the planet, the ominous portent of not only a great increase in extreme climate and ecological changes of the planet itself but also extreme chemical and electrical imbalance and the resultant hate, aggression, materialism, and militarism of humans on the planet.  The egregious consumption of the planet's resources for profit and power will take precedence over preservation of the planet and respect for other living things, respect of humans for even their children and the dying planet that they bequeath them, and, over all else, self-respect.  Sound and look familiar?  Destroyed became the soulful sensitivity and masterful artistry in the making of 1970s films such as The Black Stallion and Rocky, for we had entered the lightless depths of blackened soul and hateful militarism of the 1980s-to-present-day The Terminator; and how many sequels of this trash are we up to at this point?  And, as if we have not plunged deep enough into the bottomless pit of mindless artlessness by the decades-long staging of a sort of thematic "good" versus "evil," we have now "good" versus "good"!  Batman vs. Superman?!  And also Iron Chef and Food Wars and Cake Wars and Cupcake Wars?!  So we see that it was "written in the stars," so to speak, that the inevitable happen and continue to happen.  The summary is this: When a society for decades since 1980 strips funds from education, nutrition in the schools, the arts, music, and physical education, while at the same time pumping the war-machine whose purpose is to keep the smaller-and-smaller minds fearful yet entertained with the nightmare of "music," "film," and "television" since 1980, the result is the least-educated, most-obese, and most-sickly (mind, body, and spirit) society in recorded human history.  And, like bacteria, these organisms, without soul or brainpower for creative thought, destroy all that is different.  Hate is the byproduct of this bacterial behavior; and, with the brain as just an extension of the spinal column, the organism fears what is different, and what is feared is hated.  Because this cycle is a powerful self-reinforcing feedback loop, hate, then, becomes the fuel.  So, the greater the hate as product, the greater the hate as fuel.  Hateful, aggressive, materialistic, militaristic behavior - similar to that of out-of-control bacteria - is the result.

The most common critique among my audience-members around the world during the production of my radio shows regarded my capturing the great artistry typical of the 1970s and my being the Antithesis of the current Anticulture.  It is with this sentiment that I am planning a return to the airwaves soon, as the process is underway to upgrade equipment for my demanding standards.  With a collection of melodic and orchestral masterpiece song-titles that no-one else's collection can come close to, my desire was then and is still to provide on-air documentation through my Museum of Melodic Masterpieces the time when there existed beautiful melodies and orchestrations because there was, once upon a time, harmony and beauty within the harmoniously-orchestrated life on Earth, and, therefore, the very reason to compose harmonious, beautiful music.  A society's artforms reflect not govern that society and its intellectual state.  How many of us will be around in 13,000 years during the next apex of the 26,000-year cycle when humanity will experience its next "Golden Age" can be determined, but those that have the mental capacity to understand these words and appreciate their collective meaning, those whose brains and genetic programming have not been consumed by the destructive Anticulture virus, can be ecstatic over their being among the highest elite of this current Age of Anticulture.  And, so, they can revel over and fly high with humanity's crowning achievement through my past and yet-to-be radio shows, knowing that the negativity perpetuated by those lowest of lifeforms should be given as much value as that of the virus that rendered them dead of mind and spirit.

It is the most beautiful painting, sculptural, and architectural form that dominates all the world's "most beautiful" cities today: Roman Baroque, which was highly derogated during its inception in sixteenth-century Rome for its symbolism, too, for its representing the burgeoning of the human spirit against the spiritual asphyxiation of institutional religion.  Disco was and remains the symbol of the burgeoning of the human spirit of women, people of color, and people of various sexual orientations through the spiritual asphyxiation by the culture-bereft, brain-deficient 1950s/1960s society.  For the first time in popular-music history, women, people of color, and people of various sexual orientations and ages (some even in their twenties!) were members of and commanded the world's grandest orchestras, composed the most beautiful melodies, created the most exquisite arrangements, engineered the most extravagant productions in all of music history.  This was not to be tolerated and still cannot be tolerated by the lowest of lifeforms whose paramecium-level genetic programming dictates that they destroy all that is beautiful and harmonious.  Today, we can thank the masters Michelangelo, Bernini, Borromini, et al. for the unparalleled sculptural and architectural beauty that adorns Rome and is directly responsible for the beauty of today's Paris by von Haussmann, who demolished squalid old-Paris for the sparkling Roman-Paris that we see today; for the beauty of today's London by Wren, who refashioned medieval-London after the Great Fire into stately Roman-London of today; and that of today's Vienna, Austria; St. Petersburg, Russia; Washington, DC; and the list goes on.  Centuries from now, Disco will hold the same esteem for its expressing the liberation of the soul... through monumental composition of sound.

"Pick Me Up, I'll Dance!"  Listen to the masterpiece of melody, arrangements, orchestration, and engineering almost 40 years old!

With its 100 tracks of violins, violas, cellos, harps, trumpets, French horns, trombones, tubas, saxophones, flutes, basses, drums, rhythm guitars, acoustic guitars, electric guitars, grand pianos, congas, bongos, and vocals, it is typical of the thousands of melodic and orchestral masterpieces that ended by the close of 1979, terminating the DISCO Era.  While listening, please note the multiple layers of intricate orchestral arrangements, intensified by the elegant engineering and the masterful disco-mix, especially at the middle-bridge, where the horns and strings (mimicking the beauty and harmony of Nature) conduct dialogue, first horns and then strings, and then coming together in synchrony to conjoin the refrain - masterpiece!
Click for credits of the vocalists, arrangers, producers, orchestra conductor, concertmaster, orchestra members, engineers, and disco-mixing.

Imagine the zombified braindeads in the "music" industry today trying to even recreate this, never mind create such beauty from scratch!  Today's evil black-souls do not have the beauty of the spirit to do so; that ended when the Disco Departments of all major record labels were destroyed at the end of 1979, and funding for local contracted symphony and philharmonic orchestras ceased, thereby ending forever the Disco Era. No more dancing into euphoria in tuxedos, silk gowns, and designer jeans by magnificent melodies orchestrated to mimic the harmony of Nature: The 1980s percolated the fecal matter up from the sewers, and the filth took stranglehold of the music industry, accelerating and amplifying their pestilence to result in the upside-down, backward, inside-out society that is the "norm" today.  Note the elegance and sophistication of the near-1000 (so far) album-covers in the Glamor and Splendor pages, all of which featuring those smiling, laughing, and on a natural-high that was the inspiration of the beauty of the music contained within the album-covers.  You will not be able to ignore, also, that those that turned into '80s evil, hateful freaks were forced by the sheer magnitude of beauty of the 1970s to shine in glamorous sophistication, for example, the 1979 album of Michael Jackson in tuxedo and smiling with dignity, 1977/78/79 albums of Grace Jones portrayed in beautiful watercolors, and the list goes on.  One will get the impression through examining the photographs of these album-covers, while listening to the beautiful melodies and exquisite orchestrations, that it is a time that existed only as a dream.

  "The orchestral oracle sings of the time
    When the instruments became sensual
      so float could the heart
    While the sentiments became sculptural
        and musical notes became art;
  During humanity's Age of Enlightenment
    The marble forms rose and the sculpture was freed
    Through the marvel of horns' blows and rapture of reeds;
    The molded shapes would bend like ribbony springs
    With folded drapes of woodwinds and a symphony of strings
  1974 To 1979, the glorious Disco Era, renowned for its grand symphony-orchestra sound.
  At 90.7 FM WTCC, Dr. Rob am I,
    Staging my statutory statuary
    On humanity's crowning glory -
    My almighty capital-D, capital-I, capital-S, -C, -O.
  And, by the scansion of my rhyme through balladry unheard,
    And into the mansion of time by the wizardry of my word,
    I scintillate brilliance live in stereo,
    As not only webmaster of the world's most sophisticated website
    But creator, producer, and host of the pride of planet Earth -
    The World's Most Sophisticated Radio Show...."
Listen to the The World's Most Sophisticated Radio Show of April 11, 2003.

Comments from Listeners of The World's Most Sophisticated Radio Show

- "Dear Dr. Rob, Considering the absolute filth and mentally-retarded that have taken over our "entertainment" industry, you are a miracle, an angel sent from Paradise. It is impossible for anyone of any intellect and sophistication to be able to listen to the radio, watch television, or go to the movies, as the viral infestation of these lower-lifeforms is prolific and thorough. Please return to radio and Internet audio-streaming. We need our angel back!"

- "I still feel it an honor and privilege to have been an audience-member of your live radio broadcasts, Dr. Rob, and it is 10 years since your last show. I remember each week, amid the illiterate radio-retards up and down the radio-dial promoting the "music" of illiterate retards, being elevated to a plane high above this realm, with your magical presentations as my fuel. They are symbol of what humans can accomplish when supreme intellect combined with consummate passion are their motivation. I hope that someday you decide to return to the airwaves so that the growing audiences around the world starving for culture and refinement have more than just the small taste of several of your shows online and are able to have the honor that I once had. On behalf of all of the world's conoscenti of concerto, I thank you immensely with your own spellbinding syllables"


- "Your supreme creativity in assembling music history's most beautiful melodies in your shows and album artwork in your Glamor and Splendor pages is a veritable Museum to Music! Your supreme artistry of words and knowledge both in your writing and in your speaking is a veritable Museum to Language! Your supreme artistry of your shows' production and engineering is a veritable Museum to Radio! We hope that you will grace the airwaves once again with your museum-pieces of production, Dr. Rob."

- "I grew up in the ugly, cultureless 1980s, so I never heard any of these beautiful melodies. You can imagine my complete surprise to find these radio shows and how I could not even have imagined radio to be a form of art, like a dream! My friends and I often talk about what a wonderful time the decade of the 1970s was for so much beauty to exist, and the enormous creative energy that it took to compose, arrange, orchestrate, engineer, and produce these marvels. We are ashamed at our generation's forms of entertainment, especially music, and by those that cannot sing or play an instrument to save their sorry lives, but even worse for a whole generation and then some to be entertained(!) by those that cannot sing or play an instrument to save their sorry lives. There are MANY of us that yearn for that beautiful time, and for a true artist like you to deliver the beauty to us. We were DEPRIVED! You must know that there are hordes of all age groups that long for your amazing artistry once again on the air, and not only those that had the privilege of living during the time but also the many that are lovers of art and all things beautiful, including those of my generation and since. You are an inspiration, a phenomenon!"

- "The sheer magnificence of these presentations is awesome and awe-inspiring, from the elegant elocution and poetry to the marvelous melodies and mixes. Just the fact that this superior intellect has devoted this much passion for this music affirms the intellectual superiority of disco! Thank you, Dr. Rob!"


- "An artwork is measured by the amount of energy, passion, and emotion put into the artwork and the amount of energy, passion, and emotion elicited by audiences of the artwork. Your videos, your radio presentations, your poetic words, your website design, your style of writing, your historical analysis are all immeasurable works of art, Dr. Rob. You are the supreme artist! As you rhythmically rhyme for us"


- "Every time you turn on the microphone, you tell a story, equating the role of the instruments on the melody with, for example, the role of the architectural elements to the composition of the the building as a whole, or the culinary elements to the composition of the dessert as a whole, or the astrological elements to the composition of the cosmos as a whole, or the biological elements to the composition of the human body as a whole, or... and on and on..... Just amazing! And on live radio, while you are mixing and remixing songs and playing jingles, and on and on.... You are the master magician, Dr. Rob! Our whole society is starving for the culture and refinement that you bring!" Radio - all of media! - is ennobled by your masterful art! The rest of media should bow in reverence. Your "sentences of sculpture" come to life"


- "Your videos are MAGICAL... Your font is MAGICAL... Your speaking is MAGICAL... Your music and mixes are MAGICAL... Your jingles are MAGICAL... Your whole presentation is MAGICAL, MYTHICAL, MYSTICAL, MAGNIFICENT! Your productions stand as proof of humanity's worthiness of redemption. Those in media should bow in reverence to this "magician on a mission"! As the "magician on a mission" says"


- "Your superior intellect, your superior command of the language, your superior poetic artistry, your superior audio artistry, your superior video artistry, your superior mixing ability, your superior musical taste, your superior radio mastery all come together to complement this superior form of music. Thank you forever for being the only proof that we need that disco is the intellectual and artistic superior form of music, for no other form of music has the power or artistic merit to attract your superior persona, Dr. Rob! Period!"

- "Thank you, Dr. Rob, for standing as the beacon pointing humanity to redemption! With the backdrop of a beautiful melody and lush orchestrations, we hear"


- "One can only be stunned and amazed at the wondrous MAGIC of these perfect presentations - the style, the poetry, the cadence, the music, the mixes - MAGIC and MAGNIFICENT! And we can only hope that one day you will return to the airwaves so that we can be audience once again to these broadcasts as they are presented live. Thank you for being a true artist, Dr. Rob, for you have created a unique and inimitable grand opus that will forever stand as testament to humanity's crowning glory!"

- "Too bad that most of today's society is too retarded and classless to understand any of this, even the concept. But know that you do have appreciators of your incredible work, Dr. Rob. We thank you endlessly for your "wondrous wizardry""


- "Today's "musicians," "rappers," and "media" brain-deads could never imagine our language and forms of media to be so beautiful. These radio shows stand as the testament to what a human with a superior intellect and refinement can produce! Bravo, Dr. Rob!"


- "Nothing can bring us to a higher plane than history's most beautiful melodies enriched by the plush orchestrations and angelic harmonies of humanity's greatest achievement in all of music history - disco. Not only do we have history's greatest composers, arrangers, producers, orchestra conductors, orchestra members, engineers, and mixers before our very ears to prove it but we also have media history's greatest presenter to display these music masterpieces in the most artistic fashion ever even imagined! Thank you, Dr, Rob!"


- "Amid the shame of our current anti-culture, whose media-rot defame our language and reduce it to putrid ugliness, here lies proof that English can be sculpted into beautiful forms evoking splendid images, and on live radio!"


- "These masterpieces of production stand as testament to the fact that the English language can not only be made to sound beautiful but also be transformed into veritable art. Our communication-tool - so assaulted and bludgeoned by the sludge of society in today's "music," television, and film industries - is sculpted into wondrous images"


- "Your taste, your mixes, your speaking poetry inside whirling orchestration - Incredible! Your special mix on "Pillow Talk" brings the song to a new height!"


- "Your artwork, your font, your elocution, your cadence, your music, your mixes, your written words on your website are all perfectly defined by your show's name: MAGIC! The rest of media - all of society - is shameful in comparison."

- "We KNOW that this is humanity's superior form of music by the fact that this superior intellect has magically materialized this superior radio broadcast! These shows redeem humanity"


- "These radio broadcasts vividly illustrate that only a superior intellect could produce such monumental art of words and presentation: the music, the mixes, the poetry, the choreography of it all, and on live radio, no less!"


- "Who would - even could - have thought that radio could be art. These shows are magical, mystical, MONUMENTAL!"


- "That one is able to transform that vile wasteland called radio into pure art is a magical feat in and of itself, but to do so with such beauty and artistry is genius! The command of the language, the elocution, the orchestral and melodic masterpieces, the mixes, the jingles, the style that brings it all together form the ultimate "disco mix." Magnificent."

- "The glamor, the splendor, the sparkle, the polish, the finesse that exemplify the Disco Era are brought to life in these magical presentations by you, Dr. Rob. "The World's Most Sophisticated Radio Show" is the greatest understatement of the millennium, and to think that that vile medium called radio was once ennobled by your presence! And, now, the embarrassment called Internet Radio: Could media get any worse? We long for your returning to the airwaves, Dr. Rob."

- "Today, the time-period populated by the most-obese and -retarded society in human history, when it is fashionable for "men" to wear their beltline down to their crotch and walk around looking like 2-year-olds with a fresh load in their diaper, and "women" to wear fake glitter-nails, fake hair, and hiphugger jeans with their obesity overhanging like an obscene animated bran-muffin, and whose entertainment is performed by lower-lifeforms having just crawled out from the slime with their pierced and tattooed bodies, 100-word vocabularies, and "singing" sounding like mating cats, we know that we are at the absolute bottom of the 26,000-year cycle that the Mayans and Ancient Egyptians described. So, too, we know to recognize the source on any criticism today against the 1970s or disco for what it is: hamburger fat and french-fry grease for brains. Furthermore, for disco to appear like a supernova between the two lowest-class time-periods in history - the 1960s and 1980s, the decades that define the terms mental-retardation, camp, and kitsch - the miracle of the 1970s speaks volumes through the most beautiful melodies and extravagant orchestrations that popular music has ever produced. No-one but one of superior intellect and perfection of artistry could do justice to this supernova known as disco in the black sky of music history, so it would have to be you, Dr. Rob. Thank you for being the one, the only one! Your wondrous words express it all"


- "What can be said about pure perfection of art and intellect. A copy of just one of your weekly presentations would be enough to insert into time-capsule in order to prove to future generations that intelligent life on Earth did once exist! Thank you, Dr. Rob, for being the paragon of perfection! Your May 23, 2003 presentation would be my choice, with the immense orchestration of the Los Angeles Symphony Orchestra, Gerald Vinci, concertmaster, for Paul Anka's Never Get to Know You"


- "Yes - "The Pride of Planet Earth." Amid swirling strings and belting brass of Joe Long's mighty orchestra, The New York Philharmonic Orchestra, Gene Orloff, concertmaster..."


- "Surrounded by f-words and vulgar language by the refuse of society and their turning our language ugly, vile, and detestable, we have before us a media miracle. "Rappers" and "musicians" today do not possess the brain-power even to be embarrassed. Just the concept of this formula for a radio show is sheer genius, but to execute it is miraculous - MAGICAL! How you sculpt your words into images and make us pay attention to the orchestral elements delivers us into a higher plane of emotions. Your shows themselves are disco mixes! Orchestral-psychological masterpieces! To choreograph all of this into fantastic mixes of history's most beautiful melodies and richest orchestrations into masterful art on live radio is far beyond what this planet has ever and could ever produce! As your words magically bring to life"


- "That radio and now the Internet can be elevated to the supreme height of beauty by unparalleled poetry and rhapsodic radio artistry with the backdrop of music history's most magnificent melodies and orchestrations is all we need as proof of the absolute superiority of disco! Dr. Rob reigns! As your mastery describes"


- "Right on the beat! - ...Metaphorizing with my melodious meteorology
On humanity's crowning-glory...
And, by the might of my speech, like the role of the weather,
To the heights we reach, as the soul is a feather...
Masterpieces of words and poetry amid perfect radio choreography, and on live broadcasts?!
You put all others to pitiful shame!"

- "Your logic is flawless (paraphrasing from your website):
The true greatness of an artform can be measured by the amount of energy expended by its detractors in extinguishing the artform, for, if the artform were insignificant, there would be no need to extinguish it. It would fall on its own accord. To witness throughout the years the bacterial behavior by the mentally-retarded filth of society against disco is to have reaffirmed for us the artistic and intellectual supremacy of the artform devised by the premier orchestra conductors, arrangers, producers, and musicians of all of music history. And, because of their bacterial nature, these lower life-forms, through their self-acknowledged inferiority, must eliminate the artform that highlights their pestilential worthlessness.
Thank you for your existence, Dr. Rob! You and your art are flawless!"

- "Just by virtue of the fact that this insurmountable intellect with his perfection of diction, style, and presentation pays tribute to this art-form speaks interminable volumes on the superiority of this form of music. And, in contrast, that the characteristic lower life-forms are attracted to other forms of "music" reinforces and affirms disco's intellectual and cultural superiority. As your magic, Dr. Rob, materializes into words"

Bravo!"

- "If those in the media were in possession of 2 brain-cells, they would hide in shame in the presence of these masterpieces of production. Our language itself is made into art"