Not twisted by anything exciting, either, like rock climbing or skateboarding. No. I managed to gimp myself up by . . . stepping off a curb. So I have both the twisted ankle and a bruise on my other knee that looks like someone whacked me across the leg with a lead pipe. I’m feeling slightly stupid as well as a little sore, so I distracted myself by listening to the Kodály Quartet minus one violinist play Beethoven’s Op. 3 and Op. 8 string trios. One of those deliciously cheap (and good) Naxos recordings.
And regarding string trios, I discovered that the Zimmermann Trio, whose performance of Beethoven’s Op. 9 trios at the Schwetzinger festival a few months back I enjoyed, have a CD of those very trios! I haven’t listened to it yet, but it’s sitting here on my table sort of twinkling at me:
CD: EARWORM. HEY EARWORM. LISTEN TO ME. PUT DOWN THE BOOK ABOUT JAMESTOWN. ALL THOSE PEOPLE ARE DEAD. THEY CAN WAIT. I AM FULL OF COMPLICATED AND INTERESTING COMBINATIONS OF SOUND THAT YOU WILL ENJOY.
Me: But Beethoven is dead too. And I need to read this book.
CD: THE ZIMMERMANN TRIO ARE NOT DEAD. THEIR PERFORMANCE IS LIVELY AND INTERESTING.
Me: So is Jamestown!
CD: BULLSHIT. ALL THOSE PEOPLE DO NOTHING BUT SHOOT INDIANS AND DIE OF MALARIA.
Me: You know a lot about colonial America for a Beethoven recording.
CD: I AM INTERESTING IN ALL KINDS OF UNEXPECTED WAYS. LISTEN TO ME. NOW NOW NOW.