Listening to the Pacifica Quartet play Bartók’s “Quartet No. 4” this evening was to have lockjaw for a movement before settling into melody. The fourth movement, plucked in jerks, was like juxtaposing Bach to jazz.
Pacifica played Beethoven’s “Quartet in E Minor” for the final part of the program. I was thinking of creeks. The second movement had the sweet freshness that a creek has only for about a week about two weeks after the snow goes out. That sweetness was gone from the rest of the quartet, which was more complex water, woven of flows moving around rocks, reflecting, waves meeting, mingling, and calming, before flowing fast down the reach.