Mark Limacher is a Canadian-born composer living in New York City, desperately clinging to the scraps of said dream. He resides in a one-bedroom Manhattan apartment with his live-in girlfriend, several mutual friends, and a homosexual. Composition highlights include A Waning Industry (2009), a video collaboration with web programmer Simeon Poulin, Equilibria Lepidoptera (2008) an extended work for live ensemble and graphic projections with Illustrator Yael Levy and programmer Claudio Midolo, and Emma Goldman Sketches (2006), a work for solo cello premiered by Alex Waterman at The New School. Mr. Limacher has conducted his own works with youth ensembles at Banff Center, composed the music for Secret of the Forest (2007), a theater piece for children, and orchestrated and conducted the original musical The Tutor (2004), music by John Estacio. Mark has studied composition, theory, analysis and orchestration with Kirk Nurock, Rudy Palmer, Ernesto Klar, Armen Donelian, Chris Stone, Robert Kosovsky and Wendy Griffiths at The New School in New York City. An unabashed gourmand, Mark Limacher owns too many books, drinks too much coffee and subscribes to a variety of socialist publications. He recently purchased a shoe horn that he’s quite exited about.
What Others are Saying:
A consortium of like minded artists has always managed to provoke thought and great detail. However, the furthest from this truth comes to mind in the case of Mark Limacher. After having attempted to throw bits of majesty to an undying mid-west breed which proved my undoing, I teamed up with Mark for a special project which could not have gone ahead without his jovial take on life. Star Wars? was a splendid amnesty from conformity in our early careers, and without him to reside by, a doubt immediately grew over me regarding the project’s own existance. Working with Mark has allowed me security in the ability to showcase talent without seriousness, and also provided me an almost paralyzing fear for what may come in the next 30 years. Being able to accomplish extraordinary quantities of work in an open minded space in very little time, all the while enticing the idea of collaboration between two very different kinds of writing, seems like a treat only Mr. Limacher has been able to offer. Nothing can be promised but awesome power and musical divinity from Mark’s future, just so long as he live to see it.
Mike Fay
Professional Screenplayist and Civil War Authoritarian
Mark has been a close personal friend of my grandson’s for as long as I can remember, and in recent years I have had the pleasure of watching this young Christless flower bloom in the glory that is god’s watchful glory hole. Mark’s taste for art has leaded him on a vivacious path from Airdree or Squamish, I can never quite remember, to London, where he now lives in residence at the London School of Art and Economics. There once was a time where I feared Mark’s soul was hellbound due to his mother’s sinful, educated influence, but in recent years those fears have all but alleviated them self as Mark has urged me to stop asking him ‘if he has found salvation already’ by having a restraining order issued by a Japanese judge. I know full well however, that Mark is most certainly still a communist. As both a Freemason and a Shriner, I am fortunate to have enlisted the assistance of young Mark in recent years for the collection and processing of aluminum pull-tabs to help build wheelchairs for handicapped white children in Port Coquitlam. Mark’s dedication to this assignment reminded me very much of a young Henry Ford.
Underwritten,
D.W. Davis – Insurance Broker, Minivan Driver.
Scientifically engineered to be the Übermensch, Mark Limacher was assembled in 1987 and given the model number “181”. This number was to haunt Mark for much of his adult life – referring to both his weight and the portentous amount of times he would be referred to as “Kissinger-like”. Raised by Byzantine occultists, Mark’s youth was filled with the teachings of alchemy, eschatology, and deep fundamental angst. He would grow out of many of these teachings with his first confrontation with the opposite sex, which occurred in 2007. I have been told that Mark is interested in “Muzik” but my sources have been unable to determine to what extent. I myself believe that this is a passing folly in Mark’s life, like the many xylophone bands of the 1930s that toured the dustbowl of America, hammering their xylophones for scraps of bark to chew on. We, in fact, know little of Mark’s current life, only that when he emerges from his hermit-like existence, looking like some odd mix between Golda Meir and turbo-Howard Hughes, it is a fearsome sight to behold. My agents will continue to update you on his activities as they arise.
Sincerely,
The Fox.