Ludwig van Beethoven: String Quartet in B Flat Major, Opus 130

In the fall of 1973, one of my heroes died. Pablo Picasso had just hit something like his 90th birthday and then popped off. I got word of his death while watching the news in the basement rec room of the college residence where I stayed. I am not sure it was on the same broadcast, but the bigger news story of the time was the publicity tennis match between Bobby Riggs and Billie Jean King. Riggs had bragged that no woman could beat him, and stupidly enough acted like a championship wrestler thumping his chest and boasting of his prowess. It seems to me that the item about the tennis match provoked more of a reaction among my house mates than the passing of the artists who revolutionized the way we look at the world.

The world’s fascination with sports always puzzled me. Why do men sit around drinking beer and watching sports? How did that get to be one of the officially sanctioned way for men to come together? Watching guys hyped up on steroids who look like Greek gods seems a bit homoerotic if you ask me. Their dislike of gays also seems a bit paradoxical as they watch these gladiators prance around in tight athletic pants and slap each other on the butt.

At the time, I was embarrassed by the whole Riggs-King match. My embarrassment came from posturing of Riggs. I did not like being associated through my chromosomes with this chauvinist pig. I certainly felt that he was an idiot for expressing these views. And then when it was over and he had lost, I didn’t hear him make any great mea culpa and recanting of his views.

Thinking back on it now, though, I almost see him as having done more to advance the cause of women in sports than almost any bra-burner of the day. I now wonder whether he might have engineered the whole thing to show that women could indeed compete. Look at the results–women’s tennis is the only sport in which females reach the same level of super-stardom as men.

Here is another irony. At the time, I rued the passing of Picasso. However, biographies since his death have portrayed him as a philanderer, a bad father, a shameless self-promoter and a lothario. If you want more ironies, apart from Georgia O’Keefe, few women have managed to break into the male dominated world of art. And what is more male-dominated than the domain of composers, conductors, and opera impresarios? We tend to think of artists as being more liberal, and the Christian right is so fond of attacking the NEA for giving your tax dollars to artists producing blasphemous works. If you told them that the arts are quite partriarchal, maybe they would support PBS more.

Enough for my rant. How about some music? It looks like I am going to have to put all six of the late quartets on this site. I pulled out my three different sets over the weekend and have been listening to one a day. It is kind of shameful to admit that I’ve neglected them a bit over the past 15 or 20 years. What amazes me, however, is how every time I put another one on, I remember almost all of it. That means I either have a good musical memory or else I just played these recordings countless times. Knowing what an obsessive and addictive personality I have, the latter is probably more accurate. Don’t even ask me to try to take a guess at how many times I’ve listened to Carmina Burana, for example.

It is futile to describe every movement with any kind of depth, because they all possess such incredible variety and complexity, and I am no musicologist. The second movement, the Presto, which is short and fast is quite perky and uplifting. Stravinsky said that the Glissando that Beethoven wrote out could have been straight out of some of the modern a-tonal and serial works that Igor’s contemporaries were churning out in the early 20th century (and even today). I like the last movement a lot, but then I am a sucker for pizzicato. The third movement, marked Andante (walking) does have a nice travelling feeling to it, as well as some beautiful romantic passages. Stravinsky said that while on the surface it sounded “insouciant” it actually is more expressive than the fifth movement, which was supposed to be “full of feeling” Adagio molto espressivo. To me it at times sounds like how I imagine how it would feel to be alive in Vienna during the 18th century. The fourth movement, called “at the German ball” sounds even more like that.

This quartet strikes me as immensely alive, maybe because it profoundly combines what we in the west call masculine and feminine elements. How anyone could exclude either those two fundamental human elements from their life, or proscribe and prescribe behaviors based on sex (as do the Taliban and, say the Religious right), is beyond me. How funny that Jung, who advocated embracing these two strains, is not as well known as Freud, who really missed the mark on female sexuality. Oh well, it’s a funny world.

Beethoven Biography

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About kurtnemes
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