JazzTimes article about the collaboration that only fleetingly came to pass:
The Ballad of Miles Davis and Prince
... also includes this pleasing passage:
Eventually the subject turned to other trumpeters. “I knew there were musicians that Miles loved to put down,” Leeds says, so he threw out Lester Bowie’s name, figuring Miles would have little time for the Art Ensemble of Chicago mainstay. Instead, he got this rejoinder: “Eric, why the fuck wouldn’t I love Lester Bowie?”