I was on the Sananda Maitreya site reading his stuff. I came upon this he had put there for people to read, enjoy.....

One of the memories that I cherish most from the last shortened, ‘snuffed’, and woebegone life, is very many years ago, as a young interloper upon Rock’s Mount Olympus (before the other Gods conspired against me), was being somewhere in Germany, and meeting PRINCE’S father, himself a tremendous musician, and dapper like a seasoned old player, and hearing him play the music of one of his favourite musicians on a piano that I had in the dressing room, the music of the great Master, Franz Liszt. He played me some of Liszt as were he his reincarnation, and after a respectful spell, we began to gel as musical conspirators, as I would then call out other works, and he would play them. However fictitious the bulk of ‘Purple Rain’, it was clear that here was a man who was thwarted in his total ambition, and made to ‘settle’ for ‘Jazz’, as the music that the state could absorb from his visage, without it rattling too much, the tin can in their beggars mind of stagnant racist thought. He was also familiar with the music of his contemporary, Duke Ellington, whose music I was raised on in schools. I never asked him about his relationship to his illustrious genius son, as then as now, it wasn’t my business. It was 20 years ago, yet still thrills me when I think of this unsung master, and the graces that he and time shared with me. I was an admirer of Liszt before, thereafter I became closer to his works, and the many doors that they opened for my voracious and ravenous mind. Here is to his memory, and the greatness that he passed on to his son , for all the world to share.

67TBIRD said:

beautiful

That is very beautiful...thank you for posting!