“He was (or seems to me in retrospect), a bit like many ‘high performance’ male artists, something of a machine. What I mean is that he appeared totally unmoved by the music, complete stoic. Utterly matter-of-fact. He did not seem to sense the sacred pulse within the forms whose shapes he could so expertly invoke. There was this sense that I was not even talking to a human being, but rather, a kind of exotic automaton that had managed to acquire a human form.”