The Artist writes his best song for seven years, suffers mental breakdowns, heartbreaks, crazy life situations, misunderstandings, self-doubt, rehabs, and other things that people might encounter in 7 long years. The song is finally ready. He records it. It takes a week. He releases it. Nobody buys it.
In the meantime, The Kid makes a beat on his iPhone; it takes him 3 minutes. He drops it. Someone buys it for $50, to rap about „bitches” over the mindless loop. The Kid buys more chewing gum.
I was crazy before. At least my former psychiatrists believed I was. And so did I, to be honest. But now I write to you, a changed man- who’s creativity is now thriving when it once could barely breathe.
I remember the bullying. I remember them hurting me, but also me hurting myself. Have you ever had a period in your life where you feel like you just don’t belong anywhere? That’s the feeling I’ve been having all my life. Although it’s obviously not a very nice feeling, it’s led me to think in a big way & do great things, like a few of my biggest achievements: writing my own songs & releasing my first single.
I began with a classical training from age eight on violins made by my grandfather, from a half size to three quarter, then to his “number 2” with a finessed fiddleback grain in high glaze. His Luthier’s hands I remember as large and gnarly as they would trace the creases of my palm to elucidate future prospects. After ten years of scales and arpeggios working my way through graded texts filled with compositions by the gifted and deceased, a final concert in the embers of 1990 marked the occasion of my last musical performance on stage, aside from dreams.
Barely 12 months passed before my own strange sounds were committed to cassette tape for the first time, born of a natural necessity to do, and it was this background of prescribed exam pieces that gave me something to react against.
My name is Mootzart. I am a composer and sound designer, but I have been interested in most modern art-forms for many years. Since I was a young child, I had the fortune of exposure to great musical works and education of the genres. Rock, Metal, Pop, Funk, Folk, Dance, Trance, Drum & Bass, Techno and so on…
It’s that simple. Your thoughts make you. So to improve, your thoughts must change. But when did thoughts get there? Your way of thinking is established as a child. Think of it as a computer being programmed. Most children’s introduction to social situations is introduced through children’s programming like cartoons. Kids are usually happy because they see life as a cartoon, where fun is the priority of life. As they get older, thoughts get corrupted.
Genu is an art and a philosophy. It is at its very core a story, spanning lifetimes of love and tragedy. Reincarnation and renewal are its biggest themes. With subtle social and religious contexts that shed light on a personal transformation through the quest of finding the self.