“Oh, my dear, how too marvelous! I’ve longed all my life to eat a flamingo.”
Compton MacKenzie
An introduction to the man who needs no introduction…
Newborn Willox Dixon, the golden glotalstop, the man with the lyrical larynx, the friend in the dark that puts you to sleep…yes, I’m taking a break from The Atomic Crofter Show at DEEF radio. Its time to recharge the batteries, so when DEEF, the sound of north south Slackbuie takes to the airwaves, I will not be there. When you get messages from my listener, you realise that you are on a mission, a divine duty even, like a priest or …a lollypop lady, keeping the listener from being mowed down by the SUVs of life. A difficult decision, but fame takes it out of you.
This then is my first blog.
Listening to: Francis Bebe – Pygmy Divorce
Watching: Devil Girl From Mars
I am often asked about my background, so here it is. A graduate of the St Thadeus School for the Differently Gifted, and the Blind Pig School of Contemporary Dance (Correspondence Course), I became the first piper in the Flatland Mandolin Jazz Consort. There was nothing like those red hot improvised mandolin sextets down the pub, but there were balance problems. I still think you could hear the mandolins over the pipes if you stood closer. Now I am concentrating my efforts on the role of yodel in liturgical dance – an oft neglected area of research.
Atomic Crofter 