FROM THE DESK OF...
Posted by Wilson Dixon On the 17th May 2012
Howdy Folks and Folkettes,
Wilson Dixon here. I've been asked by the Festival to write a "from the desk of" piece. I don't have a desk, so I've set up some planks of wood on a hay bale in the barn. This probably sounds pretty contrived, and you're probably sitting there imagining me with a hayseed between my teeth saying things like "darn" and "tarnation" while supping on some moonshine. That couldn't be further from the truth. For starters, I never put hay near or in my mouth - hay is for livestock, and secondly, I don't know what "tarnation" means. Lastly, the last time I drank some of my Daddy's moonshine I lost my sense of smell for 3 months, and my memory too for a while. I'd like to be more specific about how long I lost my memory for, but that is the main issue with losing your memory - you have no idea how long it's gone. The main issue with losing your sense of smell is figuring out whether to use the milk that's been in the refrigerator for a while.
The real reason I've set up a desk in the barn is to keep a close eye on my horse Andrew. I have a sneaking suspicion he's been coming into the house at night while I'm asleep and watching me. It doesn't sound like much, and I can't be sure, but last week I noticed some hoof prints in the carpet at the foot of my bed - the kind of prints left by a 600 pound horse who's stood in the same spot for several hours. Last night I had a nightmare that there was a horse's head in my bed like in that scene from that mafia movie. I realize now that it was probably Andrew actually putting his head in my bed.
Andrew is acting pretty normal at the moment, although about 5 minutes ago I'm pretty sure he mouthed the word Godfather at me. Or he could have been chewing some hay. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
It'll be good to be away from him for a while when I'm down in NZ doing some shows. Hopefully some of you will be able to make it along.
Regards and best wishes,