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 Jans Magnussen comparte un texto de Lenox  Raphael cuando fueron a escuchar un concierto de Bob Dylan en Copenhagen Bob Dylan, villain of time against ghosts of the future. One more image, the fury dylanistic, and, rising from depths of staged soul, Dylan the God, Bob, our beloved troubadour Zimmerman, crest of waves, master magician “growing old decently”, according to Jens Magnussen, sound rising from a grave of memories beneath all canopies, a sound whose language is already beyond meaning, Bob Dylan listening to deafening applause, roaring applause (brusende bifald, in Danish), washing water, rushing applause, a music unheard, a voodoo techno whose steadfastness forever turning back on itself to reveal whole histories scrambled across fantasies of dreams & cultures. I think of 1966, at a distance, in Rabat, Morocco, and the French- speaking Moroccans disco-dancing to Blowing in the Wind, and, earlier, listening live to this Dylan in the Big Apple, a man, a guitar, a h...

 Jens O. Magnussen shares the first two chapters of his book about Lennox Raphael. Such a rich friendship! CHAPTER 1 This morning, on my way for a swim at Tårbæk Søbad, I came across Nature`s Throne, which I saw for the first time in the company of my dear friend and walking companion, Lennox Raphael, about 20 years ago. As we were approaching Tårbæk after a long walk from Skodsborg past The Hermitage Castle, we saw that stump of a tree shaped just like a high-backed chair or throne more like it. Lennox immediately sat down with a broad, happy smile like Nature’s King himself. Now the throne is dilapidated almost down to the forest floor. Each time I think of the first time I met him, I think of a di ff erent occasion, so I must have met him for the first time many times - if that makes any sense - like we knew each other long before we actually met. Perhaps I saw him on TV standing just behind John & Yoko playing the tambourine to John Sinclair, or maybe I met him in Morocco...