We were having an early dinner at Village Natural on Greenwich Street with two composers visiting from Europe. We had done a joint concert the previous Saturday night in Brooklyn, and were enjoying a final rendezvous before they returned home. Suddenly a swarm of black-clad folks carrying string cases entered the restaurant, obviously eager for a quick pre-concert meal. The uniformity of dress and confidence of manner bore all the signs that some serious music making were at hand. Upon inquir...