Beginning Behind Me

There’s a point
where silence stops
and breathing starts—
129 beats pulsing,
no steps back,
just frequencies
echoing through spaces
I’ve left behind.

I’m ahead,
but beginnings
are always
behind me.

Beginning Behind Me

G3NOT /ˈdʒiːnɑːt/
You read the name. But do you hear it?
I'm not here to fit in - I'm here to short-circuit your algorithm.
Noise with a grin. Silence with intent.
G3NOT: The glitch you can't debug.

/breɪk/

This isn't music - it's sabotage in stereo.
Smile. It's not a mask.
G3NOT - your skip button's existential crisis.

/breɪk/
I am a Klangfurtoniker.
Not a musician. Not a therapist. Not a performer.

I shape moods,
not because they are beautiful,
but because they exist.

I take the moment,
fold it like a piece of paper –
audible.
tangible.
I shape it into a frequency
that fits me.

Not perfect.
Not pleasant.
But real.

The heartbeat as bass,
my breath as a pad,
my smile as a subtle glitch.
And within it all –
a Joker.
Laughing inside me,
because I found the tone
in which I can bear myself.

I don’t project outward.
I let the inside become audible.

I am my own space,
my own speaker,
my own echo.

I am a Klangfurtoniker.
I hear myself –
and keep shaping.

/breɪk/

Electronic. Rough. Probably still far from finished – but who says you have to start quietly?
I make music for myself. And share it, because silence isn’t always the better choice.
Just a beginning. In waves and noises.