The candied pleasure of artifice has finally lost its savor. All of the manufactured, pre-packaged, focus-grouped and market-tested entertainment has passed the time well enough, but it's also rotted teeth and sickened souls. We are bloated and grotesque, made so by our steady diet of saccharine starlets and artificially inflated idols. Short of killing the kingmakers, we can only place our hope in unadulterated genius. The prescription for spiritual health is simple: Bask in the radiance of Mozart, and let the power of his brilliance melt the accreted lard off your... More >>>