Mark Snow (born Martin Fulterman, August 26, 1946, New York City) is an American composer for film and television.
Born in New York, he grew up in Brooklyn, graduating from the High School of Music and Art (1964) and, afterwards, the Juilliard School of Music. He was a co-founder of the New York Rock & Roll Ensemble.
Among his most famous compositions is the theme music for sci-fi television series The X-Files. The theme reached #2 in the UK Singles Chart. Snow also wrote the music for another Chris Carter series, Millennium, and the background music scores for both shows, a total of 12 seasons' worth.
He also composed the score for the television movie Dirty Pictures, the series Smallville and One Tree Hill. He has also composed music for video games, such as Syphon Filter: Dark Mirror and Urban Assault (cutscene music only).
Snow has been nominated for 19 Emmy Awards and won 34 ASCAP awards. He was nominated for a César Award for his work on the film Coeurs directed by French director, Alain Resnais. Snow has also worked on Resnais's film Les Herbes folles.
His upcoming scores for 2011/2012 include: The Hunters, Vous n'avez encore rien vu (Alain Resnais next film), Just Like Her.
Read more about Mark Snow: Themes For TV Series, Television Series and Television Movies (incomplete), Personal Life
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