He was the foremost composer in Poland when he fled to England in 1954.
Like many exiles, he struggled to rebuild his reputation. English lefties who had fawned upon him when he represented Stalin’s heaven now cut him dead in the street. He took a conducting job in Birmingham and got on with his life. Slowly, slowly the symphonies began to flow.
Happy birthday, Andrzej Panufnik. We miss you. We need to hear more of you.