Producer from nyc. Find me playing in Times Square.


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It’s Eric here. I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your incredible support! Your plays, comments, and shares mean the world to me and keep me inspired to create more music. Stay tuned—there’s a lot of new sounds and vibes coming your way soon.

Feel free to let me know what you’re loving, and don’t hesitate to share my tracks with someone who needs a little music in their life. Let’s keep growing together!

Much love Eric or Barry

**MIshMish** is a dynamic new force in the trance music scene, blending hypnotic rhythms with a unique cultural flair. Born from a passion for electronic beats and a love for storytelling through sound, MIshMish creates music that transports listeners into a vibrant, dreamlike world. Drawing on influences from classic trance, modern psytrance, and oriental melodies, MIshMish’s tracks are both energetic and deeply atmospheric, offering an immersive experience for dance floors and headphones alike. With a focus on intricate sound design and seamless transitions, MIshMish’s music is crafted to evoke emotion and elevate consciousness. The name MIshMish, meaning "apricot" in Arabic, symbolizes the artist’s bright, sweet, and unexpected approach to trance. Having gained early recognition through underground performances and online releases, MIshMish is poised to make waves in the global trance community, captivating audiences with a fusion of tradition and futurism. Expect pulsating basslines, entrancing melodies, and an unforgettable journey every time MIshMish takes the stage.

Independent Artist / Digital Creator 

Twitter & Instagram @YoungGunna_1m 

In the dim glow of a high-school classroom, a 15-year-old Genesiskhode slammed raw chords into a homemade recorder and formed his first band. Some Producers said the songs felt “cinematic—like a freeze-frame in a film,” but an unpolished voice kept the project earthbound. He never stopped.
That setback became rocket fuel. At university, he gutted a six-tatami dorm room and rebuilt it into a “starship studio.” There, the bedroom producer stitched lo-fi hip-hop, trap, and city-pop into beats that smelled of back-alley asphalt under a galactic sky. Under an alias, he slipped tracks into indie films and fashion videos fronted by actresses who now headline the A-list. Word spread through the underground like neon static.
Three years into a “stable” office job, Genesiskhode had an epiphany:
“Security kills the BPM.”
By nightfall he’d filed his resignation and gripped his audio interface like a flare gun. Rebooted as a voice-less singer-songwriter and producer, he now carves his inner monologue into tracks, trading hooks with AI vocals and hand-picked guest singers.
The universe may be infinite, but Genesiskhode’s bedroom keeps finding new corners of it—and the world is starting to dance in its orbit.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. And Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and much more but most of it forgotten.

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