Vanish Magic Magazine Vanish magazine 38 - Page 108

BY BEN ROBINSON ELEGY TO JON DIX (1968—2016) ONE YEAR LATER PROLOGUE: His death—unstoppable. The train arrived at that station. He knew it. We all did. Jon lived on the edge and sometimes forgot which world he lived in. A video-visionary. A computer wiz. I knew Jon for just over twenty years. We did a lot of work together. He was a hard guy to work with, but an easy man to like...most of the time. When he died, several people contacted me telling me I was one of his “favorite friends.” Jon had a few quirks, putting it politely. He drank... there...I said it. And while I was a junkie for his talent, I also almost got into a real fistfight with him one night, with my wife restraining me. He could be as frustrating as someone dropping ink on a new white dress. And, his talent was equally delightful. He was a stalwart believer in what he did, even if it was brokering other talent as his own. Jon had his contradictions. We once double dated. Me and my wife who knew him from Seattle, and Jon with a bodacious blonde producer I’d worked 108 VANISH Magazine with. We all decided, no cell phones, nothing electronic at the dinner. It was fun, but in 1997 I thought both video techies might pass out without touching something that ran on batteries. But those were great times; themed doubled dating. Really fun. We worked clubs, theatres, outdoors, indoors, festivals and he went on to stadiums. His company name HPX stood for High Point Presents. Not one of those Dear Jon letters . . . I miss you Jon. I miss the good times. You introduced me to so much. Most of it un-publishable. But knowing of Terence McKenna is a great gift. To have worked with him and sharing his last lecture with me is something more powerful than all the s*%t you pulled that caused chaos. Will I ever forgive you for letting the cab go before I retrieved my costume for the gig, including a shirt Diane Keaton bought for me? I loved the nights it worked. Gigging at MOE in Capitol Hill and then eating at Minnie’s was a thrill for the crew. But, to this New Yorker it was the middle of the day and I was not so impressed with the potato pancakes at 2am. I thought, “You should see Veselka on 9th Street.” And you did. Because I took you there three years later. I enjoyed showing you my club in SoHo and getting Chinese food in Chinatown at 4am. It was an interesting lesson in “flash shows” years before they were popular to be whisked into the Bowery Ballroom on your intel. Our sax playing cab driver could not believe he was hearing about you casually hanging out with David Sanborn and Sting. Impressing a New York cabbie? You had no idea how hard you scored. After once crashing at my crib—for perhaps too long—you exclaimed in amazement that I had a place that served gorgeous food 24/7 a short distance from my home. You remarked, “You mean you can get anything you want at any time of day blocks away?” Jon was buying a custom sandwich of fresh vegetables at 5am. He was impressed New York met his demand before an early morning flight to Denver to work with the Jane’s Addiction at a Mile High Concert. I enjoyed doing magic for Perry Farrell and all