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Beethoven – Quartet 15 op 132
Talking to me about music is a bit like talking to me about cricket – I don’t even know the names of anyone who plays it. I remember Beethoven (but not the quartets) from my childhood when my father would play classical music. He had totally different tastes to my mother. She liked Louis Armstrong, or ‘Lewis’ as she used to call him. But my father liked quite a lot of Beethoven and some Schubert – he liked the trout, which I don’t. Those earlyish pieces do nothing for me. Beethoven seems to me so obviously to be the greatest that I don’t know what else to say about it. You know this stuff is genius in the same way that you know Shakespeare is genius or Kafka is genius. There’s an obviousness to it that makes you think, ‘Why did no one ever think of it before this?’ Which is a quality that applies to all great art.
