When Petrovich began writing the first few bars of his interpretation, he instantly began feeling jittery.

It may seem clichéd to say this, it is the classic example of madness, but it actually happened nonetheless: he heard cuckoo clocks bursting out from all corners of his house. He relentlessly muttered the classic Orson Welles monologue: “And what did the Swiss give us? The cuckoo clock! The cuckoo clock!”

THE PERPETUAL DEATH OF THE COMPOSER BY SIMON KING 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16