Waiting For My Real Life...

Colin Hay says he’s a singer/songwriter -the guitar playing is implied -and as such has no skills to survive in a post- apocalyptic world. Personally I don’t know that a man with one of the most unique, rich, and warm voices in music needs much more. “Waiting For My Real Life…” is a wonderfully intimate show of personal stories and, of course, beautiful music. From the opening song “Wayfaring Sons” and his memories of crossing the seas from his native Scotland to land at a misty Port Melbourne pier with his family, you know that you’re in for a very special night. Standing in front of a mic, an array of guitars behind him (no-one to tune them but himself, they’re the first people to go when you’re no longer part of a twenty million album selling band, he says) Hay is as entertaining in his self -described “gabbing on” as he is when he plays and sings. Funnier than many comedians, lyrically poignant, Colin Hay is a man who knows the craft of storytelling - both with a melody and without .

 “Waiting For My Real Life…” feels like Colin Hay has invited you into his home for a yarn and a good cup of tea. Tales of the dizzying success of Men at Work, their Grammy win, the Sydney Olympics, being dressed by Ringo Starr, turning sixty, and his two gig “World Tour”, to those of love, loss, family and addiction are all woven effortlessly between the songs you know, and songs that, upon leaving the theatre, you will go out and buy as soon as you can. This show is one of those rare opportunities to hear from an artist who has paid their dues, knows their worth, and is personable enough to make you feel included in their world. There are many, many laughs to be had, and tears too from the sheer power and tone of his voice and the delicacy of his playing. And who knew with that accent that he could affectionately pull off the Australian drawl with such conviction? The only downside to the evening is that it’s too short – you’ll long to sit for a few more hours and enjoy the hospitality.

 If you’re a Colin Hay fan and haven’t seen this show – go now. If you’re not yet a fan… you will be. In a comedy festival full of  choices, I’m sure you’ll not be disappointed,  just as I have no doubt that in a post-apocalyptic world Colin Hay will be taken care of;  for there are few people you’d want more around that campfire at night, telling stories and singing with that rare tone, “My, My, My, it’s a beautiful world.” He’d have you believing it, I’m sure.

Kelly Lefever