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 and cosmic migrations. I like to think this is where jazz transcends sound to become a vehicle for liberation, for exploration—for dreaming beyond the confines of time, space, and self. The café, though “wrong,” emerges as a portal into these infinite possibilities. It’s a surreal, other-dimensional realm where everything—the dim lights, the cosmic floors, the smoky air—blends into a single, timeless dance.

In the Wrong Café is the start of an this album; it is also your invitation. An invitation to step into Orion Vox’s shoes, to lose yourself in the swirling chaos of space-time and find meaning in its symphony. The notes will collide; the dreams will whisper. And somewhere in the haze, you’ll discover that being lost has never felt so right.

Hit play, and let the journey begin.