I started with nothing but ideas and strange sounds, now I’m here sharing every shape I can become.
Thank you for following me through every shift, the future will be even more unpredictable.

I launched from silence with nothing in my hands,
Only a dream, a spark, a fragile plan.
Equations in my head, frequencies collide,
Strange ideas orbit, nowhere left to hide.

I wrote the codes, I carved the sound,
Fragments of chaos spinning round.
Flutes from the seventies, fractured tone,
In this reactor I stand alone.

Thank you for hearing my transmissions tonight,
Through pressure and noise, through the endless night.
Every signal I send, every orbit I turn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

Transforming shapes, from genre into flame,
Each instrument a vessel, never twice the same.
I drift between galaxies of style and form,
A shifting spectrum in the data storm.

Unfinished, misunderstood, yet I persist,
Every glitch and fracture adds to the mix.
From analog dust to cosmic wave,
I build the future I could not save.

Thank you for hearing my transmissions tonight,
Through pressure and noise, through the endless night.
Every signal I send, every orbit I turn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

No gods, no magic, just gravity and time,
Algorithms humming, a rhythm in the line.
I scatter my signals across the void,
And you are the reason they’re not destroyed

Thank you for tuning these fractured skies,
Through spirals of data, your presence replies.
Every wavelength I cross, every spectrum I learn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

Thank You for Listening to Every Version of Me

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I've been chasing sound since the day I ran away from home. 
While most kids were in school, I was digging through crates in record stores - learning rhythm, rebellion, and the raw truth music could carry. By 13, I was sleeping in nightclubs. By 15, I was behind the decks, DJ-ing to survive and to feel something real.

In the 1980's, I became part of Belgium's early electronic wave - spinning vinyl before it was a scene.

But life, as it does, took me away from the spotlight. Still, the music never stopped playing in me.

Now, after all these years, I'm back. Producing my own tracks. No rules, no formulas - just decades of sound, scars, and soul poured into every beat.

For those who've ever felt like outsiders...
For those who live through sound...

This is for you.
The beat goes on. And so do I.

Thank You for Listening to Every Version of Me

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