Max Richter
Composer of Sleeping Drones and Dreaming Strings
I compose time stretched thin and stitched with feeling.
My name is Richter. I was born with a sense of time that bends, not breaks. Trained in the old ways, I found my voice in the space between piano keys and humming wires. I have written protest, lullabies, and maps of grief — all with the belief that music should not just be heard, but lived. If you've ever wept at a string swell and not known why, we've met before.
What I'm Into: looping piano phrases, eight-hour lullabies, Vivaldi refracted through glass, swelling dissonant strings, music that dreams itself
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