The alias Number Eleven does not claim to be the number eleventh. It just states the number, without any intended meaning.
Probably because of a coincidence. When I looked at clocks, most of the times I saw some hours and 11 minutes.
I noticed enough to remember, but did not think about it when coming up with an alias. Or did I?
Number Eleven is a question for the Perception.
A sequence of Contradictions, which lead the omnipresent analysis of the Reality by the Observer.
The music of Number Eleven is not about, or inspired by anything directly, but rather made on the free will of no conscious choice.
It is made this way, to become completely honest, in order to have maximum impact to the creator and complete transparency for the listener.
It would be described as “making music for themselves”, but this would be incorrect.
The correct description would be “saying what I have to say”.
Number Eleven has nothing to do with freedom of choice and doing things that we like, but rather being bound by the Reality all of us share, moving forwards in Time.
Just like anyone else, this has something to say.
What sets it apart is that this process cannot lie.
Most of the time – we avoid the Reality itself, therefore Number Eleven has been perceived as dark, bad vibes, rebellious, or pretentious, because it shakes the cage which we built for ourselves, rattling within its own logical contraptions, based on the state of its development.
Like a circus performance, trying to find the meaning of life with logic, because Reality is not what it was meant to be.
Ending up just like everyone else, reluctant to believe the Reality.
The music is made by the use of associative thoughts – a certain sound provokes a certain thought, which is backed by experience, which may be a memory, or a new discovery.
What sounds calm and relaxing for this listener, may be unbearable anxiety inducing to another listener, because the sounds associate with their own experience.
Combined and composed into a tale, or a documentary, using barely-conscious patches of mostly freeware and abandonware.
The lunacy of engineering a digital madness towards the precision of a scalpel.
A heavily syncopated cacophony of mad beats, woven together by atonal and experimental noises drenched in reverb.
This process has developed since the start of our millenia, with its infancy restored as Joy of Creation - a predecessor to the Contradiction Sequence, which has yielded 9 individual albums, made with the intent to question its own perception.
You let your mind create the sounds, engineer them to the closest approximation, and only then figure out what it is about while hearing what you have made.
Notice the appearing thoughts and memories as it plays.
There is nothing else in this world that I hate more than darkness.
