Wilson Dixon WHAT A COUNTRY!

Te Auaha - Tapere Nui, 65 Dixon Street, Te Aro, Wellington

15/05/2018 - 19/05/2018

NZ International Comedy Festival 2018

Production Details

America is like an enormous armed toddler at an all-you-can eat dessert buffet, simultaneously eating and throwing pudding around the room. Who’s going to tell him to stop? Where are his parents? A situation like this needs a calm, firm hand: someone with insight and experience, someone like Wilson Dixon.

“Deadpan delivery of some of the funniest songs you’ll ever hear” – Time Out, UK

“Simply sensational and utterly unmissable” – TVNZ

“At the absolute top of his game” – Sunday Star Times

Facebook – Wilson Dixon
Twitter – @thewilsondixon

Te Auaha – Tapere Nui (Big Theatre)
TUE 15 May – SAT 19 May 2018
Tuesday & Thursday:  $27
Cheap Wednesday:  $24
Friday & Saturday:  $30
Group 6+:  $25
*service fee may apply

Wheelchair accessible; Occasional bad language; Adult themes: R13

Theatre , Solo , Musical , Comedy ,

1 hr

A master of content and delivery

Review by Margaret Austin 16th May 2018

I can’t see Wilson Dixon all that clearly when he comes on stage at Te Auaha’s Tapere Nui stage: he’s somewhat obscured by a big hat and dark glasses. But it doesn’t take long for me to apprehend his presence. It’s seasoned, relaxed, and delightfully laconic. 

Dixon is a country singer. He hails from Cripple Creek, Colorado. If nothing else, his accent says so. “I don’t know how you got to this country,” he drawls to a nearly full house, and proceeds to offer an account of his preparation ritual for the long distance flight that brought him here. This sets us up for what’s to follow.

We learn about his mum’s good work, why jazz is like making love and what happened when a man swallowed a tray of billiard balls.

All that’s a prelude to his first song: ‘It Ain’t No Good’. Like the half dozen that follow, it’s a number characterised by wry humour and clever verbal sallies, like why it’s a problem that shark rhymes with Jacques. Or what a wife really means when she tells her husband, “Go stick your head in the oven.”

Dixon’s family, including twin brothers and an ex-wife, get an affectionate going over.

The performance is laced with reference to Dixon’s six albums. Given their titles, we can’t be sure that all of them exist, but we’re invited to buy them after the show if we want to experience a very specific kind of nostalgia.

What makes this performance so satisfying and such a fine experience of comedy is Dixon’s mastery of content and delivery. Here is a man in a cowboy hat with a guitar who doesn’t move; he just talks and sings. Ah, but such talk! And such songs! 


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