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“The collision of hail or rain with hard surfaces, or the song of cicadas in a summer field. These sonic events are made out of thousands of isolated sounds; this multitude of sounds, seen as totality, is a new sonic event.”

Quote by Iannis Xenakis

Book:Formalized Music: Thought and Mathematics in Composition

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Formalized Music: Thought and Mathematics in Composition

This book delves into the theoretical and mathematical aspects of musical composition, examining how composers have utilized formalized systems to structure and create music. more

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Iannis Xenakis was a Greek composer, music theorist, and electronic music pioneer. Born on May 29, 1922, in Athens, Greece, he is renowned for his avant-garde compositions that integrated mathematical concepts and electronic music technology. Xenakis's work has had a significant impact on contemporary music, and he is considered one of the most influential composers of the 20th century. more

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