Piano, Violin, Viola, Cello was Morton Feldman’s 
    last work. Not only does it have comparable qualities in scale and content 
    to other mature masterpieces such as 
Piano and String Quartet (
review), 
    but also it seems, if anything, to possess them under an enhancing lens. The 
    spread chords of 
Piano and String Quartet lend an elaborated, almost 
    baroque flavour to the piece by comparison with the chords of 
Piano, Violin, 
    Viola, Cello, which drop into the sonic landscape vertically.
    
    There is much to be said about this music but there are few words which sum 
    it up better than the composer’s own commentary on the stretched duration 
    of his later pieces, “… scale is another matter. You have to have 
    control of the piece – it requires a heightened kind of concentration. 
    Before, my pieces were objects; now, they are like evolving things.”
    
    Seventy-five minutes may seem daunting for a single piece of music, but it 
    can easily embrace you in its time-altering atmosphere, and the duration can 
    smoothly pass with the lightness of the beat of a butterfly’s wing. 
    In the beauty of its closing minutes you can find yourself wishing it had 
    been longer. That sense of ‘control’ is evident at every moment. 
    There are no sections where the composer is marking time, nor thank goodness 
    is there any evidence of the musicians back-pedalling in this excellent performance. 
    There is relaxation and tension; as there is in the movement of your own chest 
    when breathing. Notes and chords follow with impeccable logic from their predecessors, 
    phrases are shaped, contrasts of timbre emerge, broad curves of profoundly 
    far-reaching musical gesture are spread before us.
    
    Everyone will have their own personal response to this, but for me it is an 
    ultimate expression of loneliness. There is an undeniable melancholy about 
    this piece, which always shifts away from any consolatory resolutions which 
    seek to take root too firmly. There are fragments which might remind you of 
    Debussy’s 
Des pas sur la neige, and in some ways it might be 
    seen as a vast extension of its first two bars. As pianist Aleck Karis states 
    in his brief booklet note, this is also a “luminous melancholy”, 
    one which creates impulse and attracts rather than making one turn away and 
    wish it would stop.
    
    I’ve had a hunt around but there don’t seem to be any readily 
    available alternatives. The Hat Hut label released a recording in 1995 with 
    members of the Dutch Ives Ensemble which is no longer in print. In any case 
    I have no hesitation in choosing this as a default first choice. If I have 
    any criticism of the recording it is that the piano sounds a little soft-textured 
    or mid-range heavy in its timbre, but this is not something which detracts 
    from the effect of the whole.
    
    
Dominy Clements