16,67% Hendrik Meyer

In a world where sound is molded by machines, where the air hums with the pulse of a thousand beats, it is easy to forget the essence of music. The electronic music scene, once a sanctuary for the wild and creative, has become a labyrinth of complexity. Layer upon layer, sound upon sound—like a mille-feuille of noise, each bite a different flavor yet all the same. And as the artists march forward, eyes glued to their screens, we find ourselves yearning for something lost. But the wind shifts. Time has a way of whispering truths to those who pause to listen. It speaks of simplicity, of the beauty found in a single note held long, of rhythms that breathe and sigh like a lover in the night. The greats of the past understood this. They knew the power of restraint, of crafting with bare hands rather than letting technology shape the art for them. In the dim light of the studio, an artist sits alone. He flips through dusty records, the needle crackling with life as it touches the grooves of the past. There is magic in those sounds—an innocence that awakens the spirit. He turns off the machines and picks up a guitar, its wood warm under his touch. The strings hum with potential, awaiting the spark of inspiration. Outside, the world spins on. People dance to beats manufactured in sterile rooms. The DJs spin tracks, their eyes hidden behind dark glasses, the lights flashing like fireworks—bright but fleeting. Yet within the cacophony, a call arises. It urges artists to step back, to relinquish the endless software updates that consume creativity. There is wisdom in the old ways, in experimentation. There is a voice in the silence that follows the noise. He stares at the walls of his studio, filled with wires and computers, yet longs for the gentle touch of a piano, or the rhythm of a drum hand-carved from wood. The minimalist's heart beats steady against the rhythm of the machine. A faint melody emerges, pure, unadorned. It cuts through the excess, a thread of clarity in a tangled web. Humanity seeks connection. It craves authenticity. In a universe of synthesized sounds, the raw and the real stand out like stars in a dark sky. The notes that resonate from the soul echo in the hearts of the audience, transcending the barriers of artificiality. As fingers dance on a keyboard or pick at strings, the artist becomes both creator and creation, bridging the gap between now and the echo of yesteryear. This is a movement, a revolution of sound. It breathes life into the electronic landscape, coaxing artists back to their roots. To embrace simplicity is to embrace truth, to unlock the doors of innovation that lie within the quiet spaces of existence. And in this, there is freedom—a liberation from the relentless churn of progress that forgets the grace of the past. So let the machines hum and whir, let the software evolve, but let the heart remain steady. For in every pulse of bass and click of a key, there is a chance to reflect, to explore the essence of what it means to create. And in that quest for simplicity, the spirit of music finds its voice once more, wild and unbound. Hendrik's album is released in 6 parts here are 16.67%