Reading Rachel Cusk's novel Kudos I was struck by a character pointing out that kudos can be misappropriated. I realised how much more complex a concept it is than glory - its usual translation. I had been wanting to write a piece for my friend Fraser Tannock, and both words inevitably made me think of trumpets. After their opening squabble the two instruments diverge far apart, so that in the third section they struggle to communicate; things improve in time for the final passage and the race to the finish.