Once in so ever, this here blog is trendy, if not downright trending upon trendy waters. So, a movie called Hunger Games: Part II came out a million years ago, and if you recall from our first installment, the sequel once again features this leitmotif de résistance.
After whistling this birdy little melody (with perfect pitch mind you), the old man in the video is swiftly singled out, taken onstage, and shot in the head. A simple 4-note figure in g-minor, whistled to the gesture of the three middle fingers held high—who would want to read into that? Who could possibly subscribe esoteric meaning to these random digits and tones?
Drag over the black stemmed noteheads. The motif resembles a minor version of the opening measure of Westminster Quarters clock song. The 4 tones reference a I → V harmonic progression. The first two notes suggest a G minor (I), while the last two notes, a D (major or minor, V is dominant). Interestingly, and Spoilers!, the original answer to this call is withheld in the sequel film, as befitting the second act in a 3-act drama, the tension is left open-ended with zero resolution. The melody beckons, like the sequels bait.
And that’s basically the breadth of this blog in the past, with maybe a final joke alluding to the Grand Musical Conspiracy, followed by an awkward goodbye and footnotes.
Many a youtuber make their daily ad bread from identifying these particular trends, tying them together with tight Masonic threads and neat Jesuit plots. Just go through the movie (or any movie) and point out all the monarch butterflies, Horus eyes, and pyramids you can find, and abracadabra: net-surfers will eat up this crypto-entertainment as readily as the weekly sex-n-health tabloids of yesteryear.
But will these dedicated bloggers correctly identify and repost the sigil/trigger above? Is there room enough in this niche for a musico-crypto-entertainment? Probably not; as we well know, the New World Order will not be notated.
We’ve mentioned Len Horowitz on this blog before, and the industry of healing tones. Lenny would happily spout the 440hz tuning conspiracy, the Committee of 120 Beats per Minute, and the Grid-tone/Earth-tone Connection, but does he have the nerve and the nerd to take on J.Law1 and her franchise fatale?
There’s an old saying that film is 60% music, or something like that, implying that in the final product, music is more important than the image. In the vast holographic deception that is our socially-engineered reality, how much percentage of importance does music hold over image? If symbols do indeed rule our world, then wouldn’t these symbols most likely be of the black and stemmed variety? Is there some all-hearing ear, inscribed in a spiral—the audio analog of the all-seeing eye?
Perhaps, the above motif goes back to the Pharaohs, passed down the Pharonic bloodline, appropriated by Manchurian maestros and remixed by today’s insider entertainers, where it’s gone viral. You can hear it in the wind and the leaves, in bird and child-song, whistled by mockingbird newscasters or played on the mighty wurlitzer. It is the piano figure that opens up the secret room behind the bookcase in a billionaire’s mansion. It is the trigger of our man-made psychosis, the sigil of our dead and dying gods.
Trend lightly friends. Enjoy your saturnalia.
Notes:
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Many of you might find it distasteful to use this moniker on anybody but Jude Law, and to that I say, get real fogey, alfie, go listen to your Now! CDs and stuff some sharkables in teh face.
