Another composer, dead now. He was obsessed with bird noises. His wife was an opera singer and he would go to Indonesia and write down what the birds were singing [pretends to sing like a bird which sounds like a squeaky door] and then he’d come home and while his wife was cooking he’d ask her to sing it and she’d go ’OK, dear !’ [squeaky door-noise ensues) These pieces are fucking the most beautiful gorgeous thing ever. Complete mystique - listen and you’re entranced.

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