Electronic distortion, touched by jazz, breathing experimental.
No plan, no pattern – just a moment discharging itself.
A frequency falling out of me, raw, unrestrained, its own.

JAZME

Louder quiet tones,
a whistle in my ear.
It screams — I cannot sleep.

Why should I.
// pause

- Because silence is overrated.

Aaaaaaah!

A pulse caught between

This piece emerged from a hand-drawn sketch — transformed into a cyberpunk frequency.
The lines became circuits, the colors became light, the noise became rhythm.

It’s not a sound, it’s an echo —
of something once human,
reprogrammed in neon.

G3NOT — a glitch you can’t debug.

Monkey Myself and Me

The train will leave soon.
Not the one out there – the one inside me.

I don’t know where it’s going.
But this time, I no longer ask for a destination.
Only whether I may change my seat.
Sometimes, movement helps — even in stillness.

Still Bound

no breath  
no gap  
system locks  
i’m still inside

Detection

Glass in My Head

at the edge

I linger
thoughtless

looking out
can’t go further

at the edge

in
out
in
out

The in and

Noise.
Pressure.
Internal burn.

I shape from pain.
From rage.
From remains.

What stays
when it never stops?

Scream.
Raw.
Unrestrained.

Shape from pain.

I don’t resist.
I become the sound.

No reset.

Dark distortion

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.

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