The Markus Pesonen Hendectet is an energetic eleven-piece orchestra consisting of young and talented improvisors from Copenhagen and Berlin. The music is written especially for the musicians involved, tailored to each individual's personality and special skills. The music bears many influences that range from jazz to noise, the Beatles to Schönberg, all brought together in a new and exciting fashion by relying on a wide palette of sounds and atmospheres. Improvisation plays a big part in the music and its use in different ways is a key element in Pesonen's composing. Markus Pesonen (b.1984) is a Finnish guitarist, composer and sound artist who spends his time both in Copenhagen and Berlin. Markus started his musical journey with improvisation and composition working both with popular and classical music in Kuopio, Finland. After his studies in Helsinki, he moved to Copenhagen, Denmark, in 2006 where he completed his master's degree in music performance at the city's Rhythmic MusicConservatory in 2010. Markus is involved in many different constellations ranging from solo guitar and electronics to large ensembles, while actively writing music for film and improvising with dancers and performance artists. The common elements that run through all of his work are a wide embrace of sound, with a special emphasis on communication and a sense of presence as expressed through improvisation. A journalist on a call scribbles notes for her storyThe ink draws a man with a bag on his head.In a sonic wind of Hum the brittle plastic shiversIt had taken his whole life to escape the noise... Diving deep through unpaused waves towards an Oceanic porewhere the Earth spews molten rock and a Whale blows airTwo pipes of the same organ blast this ancient choral hymn.Is this the tinnitus of our planet or Onomatopoeia? While academics in privileged torment, ponder the galaxy's songWarriors dance for rain amongst the crowds drawing nearAn atmosphere so charged, with foreboding, thunder rumblesLong Lightning frays fracture the chrysalis sky... In a monastery high on a hill, a lotus is reveredHaving risen through muddy water, its flower blooms.A monk inhales the fragrance deep in his lungNow the breath leaves as Om Mani Padme Hum...