A remix contest runner up. I learned two things while making my entry: 1.) I need to invest in a nicer microphone, and 2.) I should try doing a hip-hop/singjay vocal style more often. Hope you like my mix!

Sonic Boom Six - Sunny Side of the Street (Top of the Charts Mix, Featuring Matt Wixson)

The new EP, About Time, from Matt Wixson's Flying Circus is out now from Community Records. Click "Buy" for vinyl or free download!

Matt Wixson's Flying Circus - Dangerous Plans

Lyrics:
The surgeon can't feel the broken limb she's mending
Like the pill can't feel the pain that it relieves
But the rational among us keep pretending
That objectivity can be achieved
And the scientists would all like to convince us
That they know exactly how we will behave
But they don't admit the odds are stacked against us
And they pile up like dirt onto a grave

You can make money with your best guesses
Estimate better than the masses
Be the top among your peers
But the only thing that ever matters
Is we are unimportant splatters
Eventual over the years

A stranger says hello to you in public
And you give a smile just to be polite
But you didn't recognize your distant cousin
Separated in the supernova light
Now some molecules collude to make assumptions
But they only have themselves as reference points
And society keeps spinning in disjunction
All egotistical and paranoid

You can make money with your best guesses
Estimate better than the masses
Be the top among your peers
But the only thing that ever matters
Is we are unimportant splatters
Eventual over the years

And it makes no difference, I'll disappear and so will you
And it makes no difference, and everyone we thought we knew
And it makes no difference, a billion ships pass in the night
And it makes no difference, but you'll smile wide and say you tried

You can make money with your best guesses
Estimate better than the masses
Be the top among your peers
But the only thing that ever matters
Is we are unimportant splatters
Eventual over the years

I'll Disappear

Big Mistake (DJ Popuwix Remix)

A dub remix of "Rude and Reckless" by the Slackers

Reckless Dub (Slackers Remix)

Bomb The Music Industry! had a contest to see who could write the best song using the instrumental version of "Vocal Coach". This was my entry. Upon talking to them later they said they loved it but they couldn't let me win. So fuck it, y'all can hear it.

LYRICS:
I've had a couple of thoughts about reaching 
To the top of the charts, yeah but to be
Perfectly honest I don't think that it's in the cards
I could blow up like Katy
Yeah or I could sing "Baby"
But my voice is gone by the very first song
So I'm yelling and screaming and wheezing along

I've gone as far as I can go
Yeah I've peaked and I've plateaued
And I can't get no higher unless I hire
A vocal (vocal) coooach
It's gonna take more than a feeling
I keep on bashing my head on the ceiling
And I'll never get through until I submit to
A vocal (vocal) coooach

I know it's not really fame til kids' moms know your name
So Deb* and Denise* can scrapbook** in peace
Cuz they won't hear a peep from me

Ultimate purity comes with obscurity
And I can't take me seriously to get that sense of security

I got advice yeah that I oughtta sing nice
Cuz wouldn't it be great to get paid?
Well I'm telling ya naw man, my talent is raw, man
And I'm just doing fine.
There isn't a problem, I'm making albums
Shit, I'm doing fine

I've gone as far as I can go
Yeah I've peaked and I've plateaued
And I can't get no higher unless I hire
A vocal (vocal) coooach
I'm not making it hand over fist
But I'm making whatever I wish
ASCAP, BMI don't have shit that I
Can spend when I get old
So why even try when, when I retire
I'll still be unknown 
When y'all say goodbye to BTMI!
I'll still be fucking broke


*  Mom names
** Mom shit

Bomb The Music Industry! and Matt Wixson - Vocal Coach

I believe that everything is getting better
I believe that things will be awful again
Cuz as long as this old planet keeps on spinning
It will keep on giving birth to evil men
I believe that money isn’t worth the trouble
I believe that if there’s winners, some must lose
Cuz as long as we are bred for competition
We’ll be trapped inside a race we didn’t choose
 
I believe that there is hope left for the species
I believe that we can make it if we try
But instead of making changes to the system
We need everything supporting it to die
 
I believe that there’s a flaw in how we’re programmed
I believe there’s fear right in our D.N.A.
But it seems there’s also something there recessive
That lets people overcome the common trait
I believe we have a chance for coexistence
I believe that it’s a monumental feat
Cuz as long as hate is treated as opinion
There is just one choice: control, alt-right, delete
 
Cuz as long as hate is treated as opinion
There is just one choice: control, alt-right, delete

Control, Alt-Right, Delete

I’d like to give you an open-hand slap to the face
I’m upset about nothing and everything
I don’t care where, let me just make a mess of someplace
And I’d like to fall from the sky like a fucking Avenger
Hit the ground with my fist till it buckles and blisters
Kicks dust and debris onto dozens of strangers

Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up
Its just one of those days, everything is fucked, everybody sucks

I dream of smashing a glass on a wall at my work
Just the wind up, the pitch, let it fly like a brick
Let the sound echo down every hall and be heard
And I think of steerng my car into oncoming traffic
Not to die, just to try it, to just feel alive
Just to see if there’s magic in whatever happened

Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up
Its just one of those days, everything is fucked, everybody sucks

And I’d like to be the next hurricane into New Orleans
Because cities build under the sea level shouldn’t exist
No matter if they seem important
And I’d like to trigger the earthquake that sinks California
Let the continent slide out and under the tide
And if possible let the same happen to Florida

Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up
Its just one of those days, everything is fucked, everybody sucks

I’d like to program the first reproducing computer
Give it fear and religion and self-preservation
And the zeal and the passion of a white male mass shooter
And I’d like to bring on the end of the world as we know it
Whether sci-fi or climate, determined, divine
It is time that we finally throw out the bullshit

Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up
Its just one of those days, everything is fucked, everybody sucks
Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up
Its just one of those days, everything is fucked, everybody sucks

Break Stuff II

This is from like 2008. I don't care to explain the lyrics. I don't wanna shit talk the Aquabats anymore. Anyway, this song is kind of a mashup of my own acoustic ska song "Batshit" with my own remix of "If You Really Love Me" by my former band, the Flaming Tsunamis. Part original, part remix, part mashup. The original lyrics (although some of them were left out of the mashup version):

You must be batshit
If you you’ll be forgiven after that shit
You kept eleven thousand dollars, we don’t get shit
And it kinda brings to mind that fucking cat with
Two heads, except you have two faces!
How ‘bout that, kids?
Tell your mom and tell your dad they’re super bad, kids
Just bunch of washed up old yo gabba bastards
They can stick their stupid costumes up their asses
And 1 2 3 4

Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh, the fans be damned
We’re really glad that you grew up on our band
Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh, the fans be damned
But don’t come asking for some cash in your hand
Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh, the fans be damned
We’re really gald that you grew up on our band
Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh, the fans be damned
But don’t you try to put some gas in your van

Babylon Party Machine - If You're Really Batshit

Cell phone demo of a song I wrote today, 9/20/2018.

Lyrics:
Well I know that lately I have been a mem'ry
Some story you revisit now and then
I slip into your thoughts so accidentally
And you maybe stop and wonder how I've been
This experience is something that we both share
'Cause I still remember how we used to be
Where we once had common ground now nothing grows there
We're still living with the ghost of you and me

Every person has their own set of convictions
Just like every tree is reaching for the sun
Though we may have come to grow different directions
Our roots have been entangled since day one
And I hope that you get all you've ever wanted
And I know we'll both become who we should be
But the world which we inhabit now is haunted
We're still living with the ghost of you and me

And I hope that when you reminisce you smile
And I hope that you don't hate the things you see
And I hope you let me linger for a while
While you're visiting the ghost of you and me

The Ghost of You and Me

I didn't write this song. I improvised it. You can tell because the chords changed and the chorus changed and some of the phrasing is awkward.

Lucky Guy (Improvised Song)

Matt Wixson has been playing a been playing a blend of ska, punk, folk, and reggae since 2005. In the spring of 2010 a three-piece band was formed to put a new spin on his songwriting.

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