It’s an autumn day in the mid-1960s. As a student at the Royal College of Music in Stockholm I’m on my way down the curving corridor to one of my lessons when a remarkable person comes into view. Sitting in an easy chair in one of the niches between the practice rooms is a man all in black – wearing some sort of long, loose cassock and holding a broad-brimmed hat – his head shaved, his beard long and grey. There is no communication between us, but I have time to experience a singularly intense and piercing scrutiny not soon forgotten. Läs mer →