http://www.guardian.co.uk/germany/artic ... 71,00.html

Apparently he died Wednesday. He was 79, so that's a good run.

Time to fire up the Telemusik.

sad news. cool old man.

Not so much music, as spaceflight.

We will never see his like again.

I had no idea Stockhausen was still alive! So that shows my ignorance.

RIP Karlheinz Stockhausen, your influence on some of my favorite music was apparently quite large. Thank you for that.

Wow, shame. That's one less total nutter in a world that is running short on total nutters.

Two Stockhausen stories, both unverified, but great either way:

1. He would only use a certain kind of soap, which he had custom made.

2. The toilet in his house was built into a plexiglass extension that protruded from the second floor.

RIP.

RIP. A true innovator.

tarandfeathers wrote:Wow, shame. That's one less total nutter in a world that is running short on total nutters.

Two Stockhausen stories, both unverified, but great either way:

1. He would only use a certain kind of soap, which he had custom made.

2. The toilet in his house was built into a plexiglass extension that protruded from the second floor.

RIP.

RIP indeed!

I had a mate, best pal for years who was a musically well ahead of his time, well compared to me anyway. He had this album by Stockhausen which we listened to intensely when we were probably far too young to have had the right to. It was magical / confusing / exciting / inspiring. At school he'd take it music and it would get canned after about 5 seconds in favour of Sunday's top 40 or War of the Worlds, or Bat out of Hell, etc. Anyway we listened to it whenever possible.
Stockhausen inspired us to compose (improvise, really) experimental music with whatever instruments we could lay our hands on. This only was only recorded in the living room of my parent's house and involved a Hofner guitar belonging to my uncle, an african drum, a tuning fork, and a moog prodigy. Our art teacher thought we were on LSD but happily compared it to Severed Heads.

Anyway, RIP KH Stockhausen you magical strange bastard. Sorry I didn't see you at Triptych and went to Silver Jews instead, but there you go.

Damn. See you, Stockhausen.

Hopefully your death spurs a rash of archival releases, whose proceeds go to your children.

I've spent a lot of evenings with your work Mr. Stockhausen.

Now I will spend at least one evening impatiently shuffling atop the soil in which you are now a part. RIP.