1021 String Quartets - Poem by John Knight
Scarlatti - Sonata a Quattro
First to compose for a String Quartet
Followed by Hyden - at the age of eighteen
Composed for the only four 'strings' he could get!
A Sring Quartet is your safetest bet
For nusic that's cool and appealing
With our instruments four and elaborate score
We fill and thrill from the floor to the ceiling.
An elaborate bash with lots of panache
Is where you will see us performing
At weddings and christenings we cut quite a dash
And sound good when we are just warmimg!
A cello - viola and two violins
To give us our body and range
From a very low C to a very high G
Within it our score we arrange.
Famous composers - like Mozart and Brahms
Wrote especially for the Quartet
But music quite strange we can rerarrange
Elton John and John Lennon and Louis Amrstrong......
And nothing has beaten us yet!
Society patrons leave the Programme to us
For they know we are serious - not jokey
But those - less refined - kick up quite a fuss
And expect us to play for the old Hokey Cokey!
On the cello is Bryn and I play first violin
And on the viola is Mary
And her twin brother Piers - with the sticky out ears
Plays his fiddle in manner quite scary'
We travel around on the Old Underground
From concert to gig and to order
Ninety percent - in London is spent
But sometimes we stray over her border.
We never busk - well only at dusk
We're very professional and serious
But sometimes if we're drunk - we can act a bit Punk
And put on an act quite hillariuos!
It's like we're in a trance and folk start to dance
Around Eros - late night Piccadilly
We play all sorts of Jigs (That we don't do at Gigs)
And we all act quite manic and silly.
You know how it is on the fringe of showbiz
Moreso if you're called MAGGIORE
Just once in a while - for a laugh and a smile
We play in a style - with more mischief than guile
That would put our Old Profs in a fury!
(John Knight - Cool Colchester - Boxing Day 2009)
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