Tangerine Dream

I think every effort should be made to bring his autobiography to print, in different languages (for me, English), and in as good an edition (quality wise) and with as large a distribution (internationally) as possible.

A possible addition to the book, without altering Edgar's book in the slightest (he should have the last word), would be to publish any tributes made to him by fellow musicians as an appendix to the book, as a form of dedication to his memory.

That's an outstanding idea.

Steven Wilson of Porcupine Tree and a big fan of Edgar will probably willing to write something, for sure. And he is very respected from old and young musicians.

redziller wrote:That's an outstanding idea.

Agreed. The comments are all there in that other thread, or in Andy King's The Zest.

Schmoelling in wonderland wrote:Steven Wilson of Porcupine Tree and a big fan of Edgar will probably willing to write something, for sure. And he is very respected from old and young musicians.

Yes, but it seems like he stopped listening to TD in the 1970s.

Count me in.

Hi,

I would like to see someone put together a book with all the letters of well wishes and comments, that made us all ... shine and cry ... at the same time, for something that we all could not really live without.

...
I wanted to go outside
tp pick some flowers
...
a lot of folks
were crying
around a funny box
...
and these smells
were funny
...
mom gave me a doll
and told me to wait outside
...
what are they doing?
I asked
...
someone died
...
what's that?
they left us
and went away
...
where?
...
to heaven.

I watched a little
and in the window
over there
it was sunny outside
...
and I wanted to go there
...
mom let me go.

The door was slightly open
and I opened it some more
and it made a little noise
and an old lady looked at me
with an ugly face
...
but I wanted to go outside
...
so I ignored the old lady
and stepped out.

There were trees
there were birds
there were butterflies
...
and I ran with my arms open
...
weeeeeeeee ....
...
and I immediately lowered my voice
...
weeeeeeeee ....
and I fell on the ground
on the soft grass
and rolled and rolled
and I saw the birds
I saw the trees
I saw the grass
I saw the butterflies
...
and then
I stopped rolling
and watched the sky
...
all around
lots of things
flying
...
this was fun
...
As I turned
I saw some pretty flowers
and I got up
and went to gather a few
to bring them back
...
in the distance
I heard some music
...
momma said it was music
...
and it was alright
...
and as I picked the flowers
I got a few more flowers
and got closer to the house
...
I reached the door
opened it
and walked in
and gave momma the flowers
...
she smelled them
smiled a wee bit
looked at me
looked at the flowers
and then
she got up
and took the flowers
to that funny box
...
someone was almost closing it
and they stopped
and momma threw the flowers
in there
and the man finished
closing the box.

We all left that house
a minute later
and drove home
...
I could see the fields
I could see the flowers
I could see the birds
I could see the butterflies
...
in the distance
...

(c) Pedro Sena 2015 Printed with permission on TD Forum

(also posted on one other thread ... because of a comment, which helped me finish the poem!)(Sadly, a surrealistic comment or poem, is not exactly understood these days in the media!)

I am eternally indebted to Edgar Froese for his mystical, visionary, spiritual, creative, eclectic and incomparable music. I also want to thank Jerome Froese and the late Monica Froese for being integral to his career. CF, PM, JS, PH and the incredible 2014 Band that recorded Sorcerer live and the amazing Australian 2014 concert were awesome contributors. The very kind Martin of Tangerine Dream Music was kind enough to email me several times in 2004 and 2005 to answer my questions Plaudits to all the record labels that released Edgar's solo Cds (ranging from Virgin Records to Eastgate). Ambient Highways were especially glorious