Why do they only play Mozart in the Morning?

Why do they only play Mozart in the Morning?

I’ve discovered something, something spooky and disturbing. People are trying to control and manipulate us from afar. Radio stations; Why do they only play Mozart in the Morning?

Radio stations are trying to control our minds

I hate Mozart. So I try to avoid these stations in the morning. But, every time I forget, which is often, and I turn the radio on, there he is, bloody boring Mozart, boring me to death.

But, a more startling fact is, in the afternoons, on these same radio stations, it is the only time you can get to hear Prokofiev. Never in the history of the world, have these stations played Sergei Sergeyevich Prokofiev in the morning. But once, just once, maybe, I think I did hear his symphony number one, at some time one morning; his symphony number one. It’s titled The Classical – do you see what I’m getting at folks.

Stations are trying to pull our strings, to control us

They are treating us like we are a doll tied to a string, a Marionette, dancing to their tunes. But why? What’s the reason? What do they get out of it? It’s mind control people. It’s personality control. Music as a drug. They are medicating us with music, their music, the music that they know will regulate and govern us.

You can’t dance to Mozart, and they know it. But listen to Prokofiev, he will swing you round with his lyrical sound, up and down, around and around. Mozart, he used too many notes. We all know that. Too many meaningless notes. Mozart’s music is just as Emperor Joseph II said it is, it has too many notes. He was right, and why, why does Mozart’s music have too many notes? Coercive persuasion thought reform. Mozart was the Big Brother of the seventeenth century.

The music of Trance by today’s cunning composers, know what Mozart knew

If you want to control people, you have to get them off guard, you have to bend their perspective, then, and only then will they submit. But not me, that’s why I don’t listen to the radio in the morning, that’s why I’m not a Mozart man. The mere mention of his name offends me.

Mozart, blah

By Johann Nepomuk della Croce (1736–1819) ([1]) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
His music is a requiem of sound, pushing you down. Even the 2/4 beat of his name screams out rigidity. Mo-zart, Mo-zart, death march, the end. The syncopated smashing sound of Prokofiev’s name teems with abundance, as does his music. It dances with life and living. His music is the key that will unlock your mind to advances and boundless possibilities. All you have to do is turn that key, to the key of P – Prokofiev.

If you’ve been brainwashed by the music of mendacious Mozart, don’t worry, there’s still hope, there’s still time. I want you to get up, get out of your seats and go to your radio and turn it off, turn it off now. And keep it off, until Prokofiev comes on, sometime after midday, Post Meridian. Sometime in the PM – Post Mozart.

Top image courtesy of ddpavumba at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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