internet archive of electronic music

welcome at the iaem, the virtual music archive of the Institute of Electronic Music and Acoustics IEM, a division of the University of Music and Performing Arts Graz. The Internet Archive of Electronic Music (IAEM) is intended to be an Internet platform to access an extensive and distributed archive of electronic music. It combines collaborative tools, real time signal processing on the client side and the content of the archive with the concept of learning sequences to a powerful teaching, research and publishing tool. The internet Audio Rendering System (iARS) refers to a client browser extension which is part of the IAEM system. It extends a web-browser with a flexible real time audio processing capability supporting multi-channel processing. This enables users of the system to perceive multi-track recordings in their correct acoustical context and opens new approaches of presenting audio content in education.

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