Yeah, this is the house.

 

Don’t knock.

Don’t ask.

Just step inside and listen.

But not with your ears—with your spine. With your skin.

Because this ain’t music for the casual.

This is music for the possessed.

 

You’re not here for background noise.

You’re here for the voltage.

And man, we’re live.

 

I’m a Doc.

Composer. Writer. Photographer. Border-walker.

I built this whole thing with my bare hands and my blown-out speakers.

No blueprint. No formulas.

Just soul, circuitry, and a mind that wouldn’t sit still.

 

Been around the block—across the world.

Doctorate in Business and Creative Industries.

Berklee-trained. Harvard-branded. Oxford-laced. Yale-blooded. Wharton-wired.

But forget the titles. Forget the paper.

The real education came from sweating it out in jam sessions,

getting lost in tabla loops in Bombay,

chasing ghosts through flamenco halls in Andalusia,

sitting silent in jazz basements where the horn made the walls breathe.

 

This ain’t jazz like you know it.

 

This is jazz fusion in freefall.

Electric.

Chaotic.

Unpredictable.

Inventive.

A volcano strapped to a drum machine.

 

This is the sound of artists plugged in who blew the world wide open.

The sound of the band not knowing what the next note is—

and trusting the creation to catch it.

 

We don’t loop the beat.

We bend it.

Snap it.

Stretch it into something primal.

 

Who’s on the ride?

 

1. La Vida – Spanish fury in 7/8 time. Jazz meets flamenco, full throttle.

2. Ibiza – Dancefloor transcendence with grit in its teeth.

3. The Indianer Band – Blues rock soaked in tribal sweat and sitar static.

4. The Jazztronauts Ensemble – Interstellar grooves from the dark side of the moon. Brass-heavy. Mind-bending. Built for lift-off.

5. Neon Odyssey – Synths melting into sax. A digital fever dream on vinyl—ambience with a pulse that won’t quit.

6. The Radio Jockey – Late-night static turned signal. Spoken word, EDM loops, rebel swing. Feels like tuning in to a frequency the world forgot.

 

These aren’t “acts.”

These are sonic identities—breathing, evolving, always a little bit unhinged.

 

We touch soul.

We flirt with funk and the blues.

We break salsa open and scatter it across space-time.

 

We layer in Hindustani raga, neosoul, amapiano, rumba, Balearic trance, dub, nu-jazz, deep liquid, charango, Motown ghosts, Afrobeat ancestors, drumfunk damage, spiritual jazz, cinematic rock.

Sometimes we slip in a quiet storm.

Sometimes the storm ain’t quiet at all.

 

This ain’t for easy listeners.

This is for the seekers.

The frame-breakers.

The ones who know that improvisation isn’t style—it’s survival.

 

You feel that bassline? That’s your heartbeat syncing with the pulse.

You hear that horn wailing from another dimension?

That’s your shadow dancing in places you’ve never been.

 

 We're already everywhere.

 

225 countries.

30+ platforms.

But this isn’t about reach.

It’s about resonance.

 

If the music grabs you by the collar and won’t let go—

then you’re family.

 

Ready?

 

Don’t scroll.

Drop in.

Click the button.

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Support the revolution.

 

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Enjoy!

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