Wednesday, June 14, 2017

let's let someone else have savlove.com

Remember "The Last Waltz"?
"We've spent 16 years on the road - 8 of 'em in the backstreets, pubs and waterin' holes and the other 8 as superstars, in the limelight, carryin' the southern cross.... and now it's time to call it quits."

That's kind of how I feel about www.savlove.com
"It's been, yup, 16 years since I posted that investment proposal, 10 of 'em as just another backwood messianic rock'n'roll wannabe and 6 of 'em actually known to people who take a vital interest in defeating the Blue Meanies...and now it's time to make or break."

The future young co-artistes imagined for me as a professional spiritualist has been realized. These days I'm an Administrative Manager of a sacred sciences site, welcoming people from many nations who volunteer an interest in alchemy.


The site is designed by J. Garrett, who tags himself Hermes Trismegistus, the syncretic link between the ancient Egyptian's Thoth to Hermes, the god of sacred sciences and arts to the Greeks. Under tris's aegis I work with co-seekers according to their needs and interests, and monitor any chat that could or did make users feel unsafe. And I brought Taoism to a Rosicrucian template, where the similarities are better off recognized. The only problem is that the alchemical feat I wish to bring off is all about studio magic. And on Esoteric Online, the music of today is EDM and the lessons of yesterday are vast, with the prior studio magic of Led Zeppelin and the Beatles only interesting as one of many musical supplements to individuated practices leading us -some of us anyway - to the ineffable "music of the spheres".

Either way, savlove.com has outlived its usefulness as a public invitation to a dance that is swung either in private or with an update in the approach to music underway today. The deadline is in three weeks. It's like everything else in this golden life. My part as an icon of good will is secure within myself.   I write a song a month, as if to confer form upon the formless - while other writing is transposed to the will of the esoteric chat room.


The collective culture could only do so much for my friend Libby. The whole axis upon which  senses of personal responsibility ride in tandem with social services, order, and cultural habits is a lesson in varieties of circumstance amidst a terrifying appreciation of the forces that make this planet so gosh-darn distinctly beautiful. Human behavior would be the axis here - spinning through the cosmos.