An imaginative generation continues to pass away from us, now with the death of Alvin Lucier.

Music critic Allan Kozinn, who has had the sad task of doing a lot of musical eulogizing as a specialization for the gray lady, writes an eloquent article for The New York Times on the American composer, who died today:

Mr. Lucier seemed to approach his works as experiments that might yield unpredictable soundscapes.

A finished work could sound like howling feedback, electronic crackling or — in the case of his best-known piece, “I Am Sitting in a Room” (1969) — a spoken text that with repetition becomes increasingly distorted and overlaid with reverberation until it is transformed into a symphony of dancing overtones.

And though his music was rooted in the physics of sound, variables like the size and shape of the performance space or the alpha wave patterns a performer generates made his pieces sound different from one performance to the next.

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/12/01/arts/music/alvin-lucier-dead.html

And yet again news of a fallen idol is spreading through social media, tracing musical connections and inspirational threads:

https://twitter.com/stephanmathieu/status/1466102660231217156

From 2015, an interview with fellow composer Evan Zipoyrn (hi, Evan!):

Lucier gave a long public talk digging into his own history and ideas, back when Red Bull Music Academy was still a thing in 2017:

And I’d love to get this one to screen – there’s a film by Viola Rusche & Hauke Harder from 2012. Composing is “eliminating possibilities” and finding the essential:

www.alvin-lucier-film.com

For a real glimpse into the mind of Lucier, here he is in 1965 amplifying his own brain waves – with no less than Nicolas Collins on electronics:

And since everyone is into the Beatles these days for some reason – here’s the composer at the piano:

On Cage, because that always comes up:

And here’s Tim Feeney performing Opera with Objects:

Plenty of experimental music people basically can recite this one from heart:

Condolences to everyone Lucier has touched, in the same room or far away.