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Lost in the Jazz Maze: In the Wrong Café is Here

Step into the haze, the dreamscape, the cosmic jazz labyrinth— In the Wrong Café is now live and ready to transport you. Real track one. Real wrong. Real right. Orion Vox, our space-time traveler and mystic of the quantum realms, finds himself suspended in a strange moment—somewhere between a smoke-filled café in Greenwich Village circa 1940 and an uncharted point in the distant future. It’s a place that feels “wrong,” yet teems with something irresistibly right: the allure of the unknown, the pulse of celestial brass, and the hum of alternate realities colliding. The saxophone wails not just for the moment but for centuries lost and futures not yet born. It’s as if the walls themselves bend to the rhythm of a cosmic bebop, a labyrinth where every note is a portal and every silence a universe. Disorientation is the guide here, the muse. Orion, ever the seeker, is caught in a broken “jazz maze,” sipping on dreams in a hazy parade. The Afrofuturist jazzy slab attempts to blend timelines...

13 Years Later: A New Chapter Begins

Thirteen years ago, on November 11, 2011, I released my last album, Jansky Noise – Slow Order V2. An abstract, experimental dive into the electronic unknown, it was a project born of restless curiosity. Its release marked an end—an output pulled into a sleeping liquid of milk in the accompanying video, dissolving into stillness. But nothing truly disappears. Matter lingers, waiting. Ideas float, unresolved. And now, I feel reborn, ready to create again, reconnecting with the flow I’ve missed so deeply. Being creative, being free, and letting sound unfold is the purest joy—the energy I live for. New work is on the horizon, some of it digital, and perhaps even finding a home on a label. This time, the journey takes on a narrative—a story like a movie or novel. Fictional, yes, but rooted in the boundless possibility of sound. Our protagonist, Orion Vox, steps forward. Disoriented, lost—or maybe discovering—he begins in what might be a café in Greenwich in the 1940s. Or is he drifting thro...