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More than 45 years on stage and 16 years of scoring in Hollywood have offered that much content and destiny that it could have been sufficient for two lives.

Edgar had been writing this autobiography for more than seven years and invested every single minute of time for this project besides his numerous concert tours and album productions.

The next day we met for the first time in the practice room. When it became obvious that the bookseller couldn’t

tell the difference between the highbrow and the trivial country doctor novels, without further ado

he pulled down the sheet from the frame that covered the bookstand and placed it on the ground,

and then told the dumbfounded old man running the stall to place all of his books on the sheet, as he

wanted to buy all of them, and then take them home and sort through them himself.

I fired the others two weeks ago. He had coincidentally recently acquired a brand new Revox ¼” tape

machine with which he wanted to record the session. This would mean that they would automatically receive a right of co-determination which would destroy the book’s authenticity. Edgar will also give credit to those people who did help the band on various levels with their creative support and warm-hearted advice.

I am not really an avant-garde type, but I wouldn’t get any satisfaction covering Stone’s songs either”.

“I think it

was tuberculosis or syphilis, at least not hay fever!” he laughed. So everything will come out of one hand – an extraordinary pioneering story about the suffering and longing of someone who started just to create some progressive sounds and ended up writing history.

This autobiography does not only inform about a career of a band, but Edgar mainly provides an insight into his life, the life and work of his band, their numerous concert tours through the world, their thinking and acting, their inspirations, cooperations and conflicts.

This was enough for him, and he got up and started putting on his parka. But to my astonishment he called and asked if we could meet. I’ve called the bass player and the guitarist

from Amon Düül and we’re going to do a progressive improvisation for 35 minutes and hopefully we’ll

be able to get off the stage without anything untoward happening.

John, the bassist, pushed the neck of his instrument

very discreetly under his nose, so that the wild hammering became impossible. While I took this in, I

heard behind me a crude, metallic rattling sound. “As a drummer I could learn to play on a trapeze and play the bass drum with my tongue, but no more than that. “Do you want me to start with the snare or should I play fours on the bass

drum?” “Schulze, for the last time, I hereby knight you as the greatest drummer since Cream’s Ginger

Baker.

Klaus’ sparse Ludwig kit was extended at short notice to include a few more tom-toms and floor-toms. So we invited this Conrad Schnitzler to a session to which he

should bring his instruments. Just before the curtain opened, Mr. Schulze approached me again. If I’m not mistaken, I can see a potato grater, a sieve with peas and

hazelnuts, several children’s rattles, a hundred year-old Adler typewriter, as well as a singed cello

with a single string – are we still in the same film?” Schulze didn’t really seem to find the scene amusing.