Spring has come and gone; the SaveLove Music bouquet was large and colorful.
Some of them are day flowers. Others are turning out to be perennials. This Solstice offering to my public diary is a quick look at 3 new songs - and one old - 4 Savlove songs in which I describe myself as a healing ET sent here to enlighten the scene: "Superblue", "Anne I Am", "John, Not Joan", and "Blues for Jimi Hendrix".
"Anne I Am" is my favorite because it's short, awesome, repeats a monster riff over and over, holds long tones for the chorus, and announces itself without any of the frustration burdening "Superblue", "John, Not Joan" or a pack of others exploring the themes without actually naming myself.
I was a woman, a man, Indian and Jewish
Now I'm back again to see you all through this
I was Venusian, Atlantan, now the island of Manhattan
is pollution, your solution is to keep above the oceans
I am Anne
Anne I am
I'm hoping to get it to Anne Hathaway.
"John, Not Joan" was inspired by the sigh of a wise old bluesman constantly belittled:
"Please, please, please! I'm not Joan of Arc!"
Ever try to reason with children? It's not unlike trying to get sacred sexuality to rub off on adults.
Hendrix also suffered from extra-dimensional sweet-hearted blues. His message of love blasted through radio station EXP, a man emerging as if from the frequencies of a rainbow, who comes back "to find the stars misplaced and the smell of a world that has burned." My piece compares us to Oracles from Delphi listening in on "the sound of the first guilt pangs sang straight through to frustration on Wi-Fi."
And where does this leave Superblue, the UFO who "just touched down for a minute or two" back in 1989? Even then he kept "baling like the alien". His was "a superficial freedom when you're all running from the power that rolls you." He wasn't running. 25 years after encoding the rules for Tantric mastery in a rock 'n' roll song, the proof is in the pudding. While other men in their fifties are already showing signs of senility, Superblue still soars through the wind. For Superblue, cooking the liquids in the stars is no joke. It takes many incarnations to reach that place on earth where Chemistry meets Destiny.
From the mailbag, Minerva Cropoupopulis of Aganegg writes, "Where in the John Savlove catalogue do you use the word swoon?!"
The answer to that, Minerva, is in two songs from long ago, "Real Love" and "That's Why I Play".
More on those in a minute, but first, a word from our sponsors.
Some of them are day flowers. Others are turning out to be perennials. This Solstice offering to my public diary is a quick look at 3 new songs - and one old - 4 Savlove songs in which I describe myself as a healing ET sent here to enlighten the scene: "Superblue", "Anne I Am", "John, Not Joan", and "Blues for Jimi Hendrix".
"Anne I Am" is my favorite because it's short, awesome, repeats a monster riff over and over, holds long tones for the chorus, and announces itself without any of the frustration burdening "Superblue", "John, Not Joan" or a pack of others exploring the themes without actually naming myself.
I was a woman, a man, Indian and Jewish
Now I'm back again to see you all through this
I was Venusian, Atlantan, now the island of Manhattan
is pollution, your solution is to keep above the oceans
I am Anne
Anne I am
I'm hoping to get it to Anne Hathaway.
"John, Not Joan" was inspired by the sigh of a wise old bluesman constantly belittled:
"Please, please, please! I'm not Joan of Arc!"
Ever try to reason with children? It's not unlike trying to get sacred sexuality to rub off on adults.
Hendrix also suffered from extra-dimensional sweet-hearted blues. His message of love blasted through radio station EXP, a man emerging as if from the frequencies of a rainbow, who comes back "to find the stars misplaced and the smell of a world that has burned." My piece compares us to Oracles from Delphi listening in on "the sound of the first guilt pangs sang straight through to frustration on Wi-Fi."
And where does this leave Superblue, the UFO who "just touched down for a minute or two" back in 1989? Even then he kept "baling like the alien". His was "a superficial freedom when you're all running from the power that rolls you." He wasn't running. 25 years after encoding the rules for Tantric mastery in a rock 'n' roll song, the proof is in the pudding. While other men in their fifties are already showing signs of senility, Superblue still soars through the wind. For Superblue, cooking the liquids in the stars is no joke. It takes many incarnations to reach that place on earth where Chemistry meets Destiny.
From the mailbag, Minerva Cropoupopulis of Aganegg writes, "Where in the John Savlove catalogue do you use the word swoon?!"
The answer to that, Minerva, is in two songs from long ago, "Real Love" and "That's Why I Play".
More on those in a minute, but first, a word from our sponsors.
