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My story did not begin in the darkness. It began under a bad sign – the sixth of June, 1998 – in the gilded cage of New York's Upper East Side.
A world too bright, too loud. So I taught myself the language of the shadows, finding the keys to melancholy on piano and guitar in the quiet rooms of my childhood.
The halls of Juilliard did not give me a voice. They merely gave me a target. I learned the rules of harmony, so I could understand how to perfectly break them.
For a time, I walked among mortal bands, a six-string assassin on their tours. But I grew tired of their simple songs.
I chose the solitary path, haunting festival stages across America, not as support, but as a prophecy of a darker sound to come.
In 2022, I abandoned the New York theater of operations. The city's frantic heartbeat was no match for the slow, majestic pulse I heard in my own blood.
I found my true home in the scarred, haunted soul of Berlin. Here, in the concrete heart of Tempelhof, I forged my own weapons.
I established my own kingdom: the independent label Nine of Eleven Music.
Here, I don't just write songs. I build worlds. I score legends. I give a voice to the darkness between the stars and the desperation in the rain-slicked streets.
The music you hear now? That is the evidence.
This is not a career. It is a declaration of war against the silence.
And the next battle is about to begin.
My darkest Love...Kaya
A world too bright, too loud. So I taught myself the language of the shadows, finding the keys to melancholy on piano and guitar in the quiet rooms of my childhood.
The halls of Juilliard did not give me a voice. They merely gave me a target. I learned the rules of harmony, so I could understand how to perfectly break them.
For a time, I walked among mortal bands, a six-string assassin on their tours. But I grew tired of their simple songs.
I chose the solitary path, haunting festival stages across America, not as support, but as a prophecy of a darker sound to come.
In 2022, I abandoned the New York theater of operations. The city's frantic heartbeat was no match for the slow, majestic pulse I heard in my own blood.
I found my true home in the scarred, haunted soul of Berlin. Here, in the concrete heart of Tempelhof, I forged my own weapons.
I established my own kingdom: the independent label Nine of Eleven Music.
Here, I don't just write songs. I build worlds. I score legends. I give a voice to the darkness between the stars and the desperation in the rain-slicked streets.
The music you hear now? That is the evidence.
This is not a career. It is a declaration of war against the silence.
And the next battle is about to begin.
My darkest Love...Kaya
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