Six Marches for String Quartet

I have always loved marches. Quick, slow, measured, cheerful, funereal,
aggressive, sinister. When bands approach I rush to the street, and when
they recede I collapse in a pleasant fever. It does not matter who or what
plays them, how incompetent or expert, whether they lurch or stride, they
are all haunting. With or without voices.
 
Gerald Barry