Sushi For Breakfast: Enter Flux Factory

"The universe is a symphony of strings, and the mind of God that Einstein eloquently wrote about for thirty years would be cosmic music resonating through eleven-dimensional hyper space." - Michio Kaku

So now that the mission statement is out of the way...

Music is important. It binds the universe together. It has had a profound affect on my life. For 2017, I want to record the songs that mean something to me now and hopefully pass that meaning on to someone else. I am going to demo around 20 songs and ultimately try to produce some commercial sounding tracks out of half of them. The process starts by demoing the songs on Garageband for iOS with my feeble attempt at vocals, but hopefully I can find vocalist(s) for the final tracks.

So that was another mission statement. Check back as I wax philosophical on each track and please participate by commenting on the songs that I should re-record.






He wakes up each day
like the first of May
and walks down to
the corner store

No headlines to read
in his pocket they plead
but he buys flowers for
someone he's never met before

The dust in the air
clouds reality (to be fair)
but a wave of his hand
makes it all right

Slowly he returns
flowers in hand
and he retires
to his house for the night

The picture in his heart
doesn't match the one in his brain
And it's fuzzier than the one
he has seen on the screen

But back at home
he sits in the dark
of what was yesterday
and what tomorrow has to offer

Alone he waits, he anticipates

Tomorrow's haze
filters through his eyes
Another day comes in focus
that looks much the same

The chair holds him
for a second he questions
But he propels himself
into a fate he's all too familiar with

Alone he capitulates, he reiterates

Thoughts Part 2

I have never quite decided. Is it the storms inside or outside the human mind that are most dangerous? Both are capable of great devestation. Of altering lives in a flash of light or a random thought serenaded by the twisted reverb of thunder. However, it is easier to predict which way the wind will blow than the bearing of someone else's thoughts.


I'm sitting here looking out my window right now, and I never look out my window. It's snowing! Thank you life for a magical event. Snow is pouring down right now outside my window on a Friday, so it doesn't get me out of work, but I'm still giddy. Transfixed. Hopeful. The blanket of snow is nature's way of slowing things down. Reflect. Meditate.

I love snow!

Thoughts Part 1

I woke up last night screaming



Into a world I did not chose



Too young to understand why



This world is full of loathing and hate




Maybe this is all a dream

Unfortunately the dream is reality