On our farm in Nuzerov in the Czech Republic, meaning Chesnut Village, the environment in which I found myself composing was just short of insanity. If it wasn't my five year old son playing his videos, it was my father-in-law, who is hard of hearing, watching television at deafening volumes, or my wife's nephew playing his heavy metal tapes at chromosome damaging levels. My focus is beyond lethal. I assume if I made eye contact with someone while deep in the midst (of composing) I'd burn a hole in them. At the speed of music, I traveled through sixty-five days in 70 minutes and feel, in retrospect, as if it were only a blink of an eye. The 2000 measures of music that comprise String Quartets #3, 4 & 5 feel as if one journey and should be performed as such: a triptych, if you will.