If you know this gentleman or his work and have some original thoughts about same,
and you want to write (for real, now) a decent sized post about said mystery person and work,
and you are not Frank J. Oteri or Samuel Vriezen,
leave your reasons for wanting to write said post below with your mailing address (or if you’re squemish about the internets, send me an e-mail.
Winner will get in the mail about three pounds of CDs of said person’s work.
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Hmmm…looks like a cross between John Adams and the druggie from the classic movie Repo Man
‘[A] composer of ultra-tonal, mellifluous music’. Ultra-tonal !!
… and filled with complex, yet engaging rhythmic layering and brilliant sound sampling
I have neither the time nor the ter Veldhuis-knowledge for this, but I must admit I am extremely curious as to why you are asking…
Hype-O-Rama. I’ll bet he’s wearing a striped tee shirt under that jogging rig.
That outfit is sort of Prison Chic, isn’t it?
It is April 1st, so you might get three pounds of Yanni instead, and no striped tee.
Okay — who is he?
From a top secret undisclosed location,
“…you might get three pounds of Yanni…”
Splendid! I was gonna say- a cross between Torke & Yanni.
http://www.jacobterveldhuis.com/index.html
http://whitney.org/www/collection/altria.jsp
Evan apparently already answered the question in his above post.
He’s either a fish expert (http://www.aquariaveldhuis.nl/) or a composer who writes breakdance music and something that looks like bad soft-porn (http://www.jacobterveldhuis.com/index.html).
You know it’s got to be quality music when it’s measured in pounds.
This man’s video oratorio — along with Tod Machover’s Valis — occupy a lonely isolation shelf in my basement as far away as possible from my upstairs studio and library.
“This man’s video oratorio — along with Tod Machover’s Valis — occupy a lonely isolation shelf in my basement as far away as possible from my upstairs studio and library.”
Suffice it to say that for some this will go down as a ringing endorsement.
“…— along with Tod Machover’s Valis —…
O Jesu H. Keeee-RISTE, I’d forgotten all about that one! Thanks for the memories, dawg. Worst. Piece. Ever.