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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 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.


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:
From dusk to dawn with cellos and flutes
By magic-dust they donned their deco suits.
Sparkle and spangle in swirls of sequins
By harps and triangles with pearls of violins.
...In our pumps and gowns and bow-ties and spats
We jump to the sound of oboes and high-hats.
"

- "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!
Music history's most angelic arrangements exult of the time when
    The sentiments would revel in eternal tonation
    With the instruments at the level of supernal orchestration.
In Earth's storybook of symphonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's upper-echelon
    Newly-born became art
    With flugelhorns on the heart.
Bellows on the soul's fire in time that would leaven
With cellos' and violas' wires in a climb to the heavens...
Amid acoustic guitars' strums in their triumphant ascents
And cherubic orchestra drums with trumpets and clarinets
I cosmologically conjure the chimerical with the magical presentation
Placing in center-stage the artform sparkles by its pure class & sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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:
Through music history's most supernatural symphonics
    Hypnotized were the elite enhanced by lores that enticed
    When mesmerized by the beat on dance-floors to paradise...
In Earth's storybook of symphonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For only the world's culture-refined
    Down-poured from the cherubims
    Were sound-scores of violins.
The clouds would part for piccoli that could fly
Through a shroud of harps in a symphony in the sky...
Amid the gates of violas that converse in throngs
With a taste of euphoria, we burst into song
While I mystically materialize mythological art with the magical presentation
Placing in center-stage the form of music recognized by its pure class & sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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:
Through music history's most pearlescent productions
    The arts developed a soul through the relics of pleasures
    As was the heart enveloped by gold into angelic treasures.
In Earth's fantasyland of philharmonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
Solely the world's conoscenti of concerto
    Wore their jewelry of bent forms
    In lore of celli and french-horns.
Emeralds in the cuffs of his suit and diamonds in her tiara
Were ephemeral puffs of flutes with violins and violas...
Through my plan to please the world with gemstones of tubas
Amid grand-piano keys of pearls and trombones of rubies
I transcendentally transform all of media into the mythological
with the magical presentation
World-acclaimed for honoring the form of music identified by
its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration...
"

- "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:
Through music history's most confectionery concerts
    The beats skipped on a trip in resurrection to the supreme
    Like sweets triple-dipped in a confection cream.
In Earth's cathedral of orchestration - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's epicures of the concert
    Flutes spilled like tonics
    In fruit-filled harmonics.
As vanilla-enhanced chocolate with licorice borders of candy
Violas entranced with trumpets with english-horns and timpani...
Amid grand-piano tarts with celli nonstop
And arpeggios of harps as cherry on top
I sorcerously suspend the whole world on my magic carpet-ride of art
With the form of music that emanates its pure class & sophistication
of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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:
Through music history's most florid philharmonics
    The instruments told a story in parlance of harmony
    As the sentiments would behold the glory of the fragrance of the symphony.
In Earth's castle of concerto - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For only the world's chic-and-elite
    Was the grace of rose perfumes
    In a base of oboes and bassoons.
Like bursts of gladiolas in bouquets of florets
Were verses of violas with interplays of trumpets...
In a field of pansies and poppies like a mirage in the sunset
Peals of fancy timpani and a corsage of clarinets
I sorcerously suspend the whole world on my magic carpet-ride of art
Placing in center-stage the form of music identified by its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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":
Through music history's most astronomic arrangements
    The instruments foreboded a portentous place
    As the sentiments exploded in four-dimensional space.
In Earth's cathedral of orchestration - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
Solely the world's conoscenti of concerto
    Hand-in-hand from Pluto to Neptune
    Abandoned the land with flutes and bassoons.
Entranced by supernovas for light-years away
They danced with tubas and violas in an atmosphere display...
On a rocket to the stars in a shuttle to ecstasy
With trumpets and guitars we hustle through the galaxy
As I cosmologically conjure the chimerical presentation
Paying tribute to the form of music that sparkles by its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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!
Once upon a time, by music history's most holistic harmonics
    Mere mention of the melody caused natural-highs
    With clear ascension into rhapsody through orchestral cries.
In Earth's fantasyland of philharmonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's upper-echelon
    The blood pressure was in a race
    With flood of percussion and bass.
Electro-magnets on the heart the violins retained
With cellos, trumpets, and harps in biorhythms in refrain...
Amid violas that cause the feelings to burst
And the soul's pause by healing of the verse
I transcendentally transform all of media into the mythological with the magical presentation
paying homage to the form of music that sparkles by its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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!
Through music history's most astronomic arrangements
    As the instruments held a trance in a hearty-graced symphony
    The sentiments under spell danced in an outer-space odyssey.
In Earth's fantasyland of philharmonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's chic-and-elite
    From the far of Jupiter's moons
    There were harps with flutes and bassoons.
Like satellites around Earth, they flew the cosmos with the quasars
In flight-bound mirth with grand-pianos and acoustic guitars...
From the mercurial to the platonic with Pluto warmed by Mercury
Through extraterrestrial harmonics with flugelhorns and piccoli
I cosmologically conjure the chimerical with the magical presentation
placing in center-stage the form of music that sparkles by its pure class & sophistication
of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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!
Once upon a time, music history's most floribund philharmonics
    Were architectural towers of tunes that arose from the ground
    Like orchestral flowers in bloom and roses of sound.
In Earth's storyland of symphonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's conoscenti of concerto
    Like tulips warmed by the sun's heat
    There were flugelhorns on the drum's beat.
They picked piccolos by the hour in fresh morns' dew
As trickled pianos showered when french-horns blew....
Amid the yellows of hyacinths and a corsage of florets
With cellos and violins in a barrage of clarinets
I transcendentally transform all of media into the mythological
With the magical presentation
Paying tribute to the form of music recognized by its pure class & sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration...
"

- "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:
Through music history's most holy harmonics
    The sentiments graced beauty through ceremonial splurge
    As the instruments embraced unity in matrimonial merge.
In Earth's cathedral of orchestration - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's connoisseurs of the concert
    Rings on couples placed
    By the strings of the double-base.
Borrowed something blue with oboes at the arch
For tomorrow would ring anew like cellos on the march....
From engagements in May to marriage in June
As arrangements interplay through clarions and bassoons...
"

- "Your taste, your mixes, your speaking poetry inside whirling orchestration - Incredible! Your special mix on "Pillow Talk" brings the song to a new height!
Through music history's most electromagnetic melodies
    The instruments incited nobility when assigned to metric cadence     As the sentiments ignited mobility through lines of electric capacitance.
There were fires as lucid as stars
On the wires of acoustic guitars.
Under jolts of bare kinetics in yellow-hot convections
Were a hundred volts of clarinets and a kilowatt of percussions....
"

- "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.
... In Earth's storyland of symphonics - the splendidly bejeweled discotheque -
Solely the world's upper-echelon were
    Absorbed in sounds of mirth like a romance Venus-born
    As in orbit around Earth they danced with english-horns...
I sorcerously suspend the whole world on my magic carpetride-of-art
With the form of music identified by its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration...
"

- "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!
...Though numbed by the cold while falling well below-zero
Succumb does our soul by enthralling cellos and grand-pianos
While I cosmologically conjure the chimerical with the magical presentation
Honoring the form of music identified by its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration...
"

- "Who would - even could - have thought that radio could be art. These shows are magical, mystical, MONUMENTAL.
...Immune to infection
With a bassoon injection...
    Medicine bore wings, for strong grew the bones
    Through violins' four strings and throngs of trombones...
With no relapse of infirmity by the thrill of my diction
And each synapse in symphony, I fill our prescription...
"

- "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:
The paradisiacal parable exults of the time when the
The sentiments chanted like a pouring of rain
As the instruments decanted a dancefloor of champagne.
During humanity's Age of Enlightenment, for the world's chic-and-elite,
    Rhythms in sips to send off chagrin and malice
    With fizzing on the lips on the end of a woodwind chalice.
With satiety from the score by the clinks of the glass
'Twas sobriety no more with strings and brass -
1974 - 1979, the glorious Disco Era, renowned for its grand symphony-orchestra sound.....
By bubbles that elevate, and into the dark they reach,
Our troubles dissipate by my sparkling speech..."


- "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:
Music history's most aromatic arrangements were a
    Symphony in a dream by melodic masterpieces on display
    On a sensory extreme by sonic centerpiece bouquets.
In Earth's fantasyland-of-philharmonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's connoisseurs of the concert
    Like a spritz of cologne
    Was the glitz of trombones.
On the wrist from the backbone in french-horn perfume
They were kissed by saxophones and scented with bassoons.
90.7 FM WTCC - Dr. Rob -
As my spells conjure aromas in tangy essence of spice
With smells of pure violas, we hang with trumpets in paradise
As I cosmologically conjure the chimerical with the magical presentation
    Paying tribute to the form of music identified by its pure class and sophistication
    Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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...
Through music history's most epicurean productions
    The instruments were greeted by honored receptions
    As the sentiments were sweetened into concert confections.
In Earth's cathedral of orchestration - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
Solely the world's conoscenti of concerto
    Teared up by the heart
    With the syrup of harps.
The double-bass along the fringe was enticing to taste;
And tubas laced with violins - the icing on the cake....
"

- "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:
Through history's most cosmological concerts
Sound-scores were tonics with the power of rhapsodies
As they down-poured harmonics into showers of melodies.
In Earth's cathedral of orchestration - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's art-and-culture elite
Under monsoons of rains
Were contrabassoons on the refrains.
In a fancy-fest of cyclones into spins of tornadoes
They danced in tempest of trombones with violins and grand-pianos...
Under blustery storms in hurricane of harps
And a thunder of orchestra drums by the rains that part
I sorcerously suspend the whole world on my magic carpet-ride of art
    Placing in center-stage the form of music identified by its pure class and sophistication
    Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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:
Through music history's most celestial symphonics
    Intricate scores were composed by orchestrations in rhapsodies
    As infinite dance-floors arose in constellations of symphonies.
In Earth's cathedral of orchestration - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
Solely the world's conoscenti of concerto
    Left the moon for the distant stars
    On contrabassoons and rhythm guitars.
Fellows and ladies romanced while singing on Orion
With cellos serenading the dance amid the strings of violins...
Through the voids of the cosmos from Cancer to Scorpio
On asteroids of oboes, we dance with piccolos
As I cosmologically conjure the chimerical with the magical presentation
World-acclaimed for honoring the form of music identified by its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration....
"

- "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:
Through music history's most floribund philharmonics
    The world's upper-crust were entranced by hypnosis of the sentiments
    As past dusk they danced by symbiosis of the instruments.
In Earth's castle-of-concerto - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For only the world's connoisseurs of the concert
    There were never any sins in this Garden of Eden
    With heaven-sent violins to pardon the evening.
Nonforbidden fruit would quench the morn's light
When bitten by flutes and french-horns in the night...
Amid fellow's spats and ladies' high-heels
And cellos' pats with bells' 85 peals
I sorcerously suspend the whole world on my magic carpet-ride of art
with the form of music that emanates its pure class and sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration...

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:
Once upon a time, music history's most floribund philharmonics
    Were architectural towers of tunes that arose from the ground
    Like orchestral flowers in bloom and roses of sound.
In Earth's storyland of symphonics - the splendidly-bejeweled discotheque -
For solely the world's conoscenti of concerto
    Like tulips warmed by the sun's heat
    There were flugelhorns on the drum's beat.
They picked piccolos by the hour in fresh morns' dew
As trickled pianos showered when french-horns blew....
Amid the yellows of hyacinths and a corsage of florets
With cellos and violins in a barrage of clarinets
I transcendentally transform all of media into the mythological
With the magical presentation
Paying tribute to the form of music recognized by its pure class & sophistication
Of full symphony-orchestration...
"

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