Lizzyish gives advice: UNI1000

Hello and welcome to UNI1000 – Introduction to Surviving Uni

Following the success of my advice blog, where I gave advice on how to get through school, I have been inspired to write something similar for University students. In the following blog you will not find study tips, help with choosing courses, or suggestions for how to make yourself job-ready. What you will find is a series of actually useful things about surviving the other stuff, from making sure your tummy is filled, to making sure your social life is fulfilling. Enjoy…

Centrelink – Ah, Centrelink. The devil you must keep close. On the one hand, they give you free money, and you should never complain about them, on the other, they are a bureaucratic nightmare wrapped in a confusing website wrapped in a pile of contradictory mail. I have regularly received two letters on the same day, dated the same date, from two different Centrelink offices telling me two completely opposing and contradictory things. Like 1. “Dear Miss Ish, you are now eligible for payment, to be issued on the 1^st June 2007” and 2. “Dear Miss Ish, NO! NO MONEY FOR YOU, YOU MUST STARVE NOW AHAHAHA!”

When dealing with Centrelink, you must always stay at least 1 step ahead of the game. Study their website, read all the pamphlets, get to know their inner workings. Follow the rules, always report on time but always be on top of it. You should see one of your major occupations as “Centrelink Expert” because at any time they could do something crazy and cut you off. Exhibit A (from my own vault of experiences) – they may send a letter to your house, and it may not get to your house because Australia Post is in cahoots with Centrelink. They may receive this letter back marked “undeliverable”, they may send another letter to your house informing you that as they could not contact you at your house (where you are currently sitting, reading the letter), they have cut off your payments and you will now starve. The only solution to this was to call them up and cry. This worked quite well.

Finally, it is important to dress appropriately when going in for a crying session appointment at the Centrelink office. Your attire needs to say ‘I’m a responsible young adult who is taking care of themselves’, but also ‘I am so poor I’ve stopped using electricity to save on my electricity bills’. I would recommend jeans and a slightly too big tshirt, maybe with a few holes in them. Wear shoes, but only the ones where the soles are sort of flapping off when you walk.

Working – depending on what you study, it may be near impossible for you to maintain regular employment while at uni. Even if your contact hours are minimal, there’s still all the essays, exam prep, group meetings for stupid group assignments, and all the socialising you have to do. If you can manage it though, working while you’re at uni provides that little bit of extra cash Centrelink fails to give you, so that you are actually over the poverty line. Find something with about 10-15 hours a week. Never tell them when uni holidays are… they’ll give you way too many hours and it’ll dock your Centrelink and you’ll end up with less. See if there are any jobs at uni. One of the best jobs I had at uni was with the Support Services there. My job was to go to classes with students with a disability, take notes for them, help them to get to and from class, maybe get some books for them at the library, a bit of photocopying. It’s really easy and you end up going to classes that either you’ve already taken, or you were considering taking or are just generally interesting. Also you end up making a friend or two. And you get paid to hang out with them in the library. It’s win-win really.

Food – Undoubtedly, after you’ve fought with Centrelink and your job, you’re going to be hungry, and despite your best efforts, you’re not going to have much money for food. Here are a few tips to help you fill that studenty tum –

Gnocchi – it’s this pasta made from potatoes that you can buy in packets for about $3. There’s 2 – 3 meals there and once the water is boiling it cooks in literally a minute.

Mi Goreng – It’s like 2 minute noodles but better and it’s regularly on sale for very cheap. 2 minute noodles make you feel ill after a while, and Mi Goreng has fun flavourings in packets. Get someone whose made it before to show you how they do it, everyone has their own way. It’s like a special cult just for poor people, it’s awesome. Actually Mi Goreng makes you feel ill after a while too, if that’s all you’re eating. Maybe alternate?

Frozen veges – I know what you’re thinking… you’ve just moved out of home, you don’t have to eat veges anymore right? WRONG. I have one word for you: scurvy. Do you want your teeth to fall out because your gums have receded into your brain? No. So eat some goddamn vegetables. It’s unlikely that you’ll be able to afford fresh veg, so buy big packets of frozen veg and add to pasta/gnocchi/anything.

Red Meat – it is very difficult to be a vegetarian on a student budget, and you need iron for all that sleeping you’re going to do. You’re not going to be able to afford fancy steaks, but you can buy chopped up stir-fry meat for pretty cheap. Invest in a wok, home-brand soy sauce and some honey. Add in the frozen veges and bam! You’re a stir-fry wizard. Vermicilli rice noodles are very cheap and can be added to your stir-fry to add carbs. Or you can go with every student’s old faithful…

Rice – Rice can be bought in large quantities for not many dollars. Home-brand is definitely the way on this one. Rice is rice. You are literally paying for packaging on any other brand. Sunrice? Are you kidding me? There is no sun in that rice, not even a little speck of sunshiney happiness. Rice can be added to anything, and if you’re really poor, it can be eaten by itself if need be. It’s not glamorous, but it’ll get you through till that next Centrelink pay.

Also, learn to bake. Just a few simple things like scones, cupcakes, biscuits etc. Flour and other basics are all quite cheap and last for ages, and if you’re ever craving something sweet that you just can’t afford, you’ll have an endless supply of delicious baked goods. Baked goods are also an excellent way to make friends.

Furniture – beg, borrow and steal as much furniture as you can from family, friends and neighbours. After that, wait for the kerbside collections. These are a cut-throat business in suburbs with high densities of students. So you need to go out at about 10pm and do the rounds. People throw out all sorts of stuff – bookshelves, armchairs, milk crates… all useful in a shared student house.

Sleeping at Uni – this is one of the great pastimes of our generation. Got four hours to kill between classes? What better way is there to spend them except having a sneaky nap? Scope out the best spots, these may include the Z row in the library, an out of the way garden bed or an empty lecture theatre. I can only speak from my own experience at UQ but may I heartily recommend that amphitheatre type area near the lakes, the upper levels of the SS & H library and anywhere in the Great Court.

Your Social Life – making friends at uni can be difficult. The people in your classes one week may have all pissed off by the next. Just because you sat together in the lecture doesn’t mean you’ll ever find each other again. It took me a while, actually, to sort out how to do this but here are some of the things I worked out.

1.     Give it a bit of time. It’s not like school, you may only see people once a week or less.

2.     Be friendly to as many people as possible. All hierarchies you’ve ever known have just been thrown out the window, it is impossible to ascertain what kind of people are sitting in a tute room with you or whether or not they are ‘cool’ (in the popularity sense) or cool (in the actual sense). So just be nice, to everyone, and you’ll eventually work out who you actually want to be friends with.

3.     Be yourself (GROAN). I know how fucking irritating that is (who else are you meant to be, right?) but seriously, I made about 20x more friends when I stopped caring all the time and started just enjoying my classes, my lecturers and the people around me.

4.     Learn to bake. See earlier point.

5.     Join a society of some kind. Do you like something? A sport? Politics? The environment? Music? Dancing? Pokemon? Medieval re-enactments? Chances are someone else at uni does too and they’ve already started a group. On market day, sign up to as many things that interest you as possible and then, when they send you the first email ACTUALLY GO TO THE THING. Yes, it will be scary, yes, you may actually realise the whole thing was a terrible idea but probably at least one of the things you signed up for will be actually good. They will seem cliquey, they will all seem to know each other, they will forget your name but this is because they were just like you a year ago, and now they’ve found their niche and they’re so happy about it they sort of forgot what that was like. They will be your friends, they will remember your name, and you guys are going to have the best time doing whatever it is you do for the next 3-4 years. Just stick at it for a couple more weeks. Be yourself, be friendly, give it time, bake them a cake… you’ll be best friends by second semester.

I joined the Student Theatre Company, Underground, where I learned about 300 life skills, had some of the best times of my life, and made lots of friends, many of whom will be life-long. The other advantage was that eventually I got a key to the theatre, which really helped in the whole “sleeping at uni” thing. 

Lizzyish gives advice: to my siblings

Dear Charlie, Dear Patrick, Dear Sally

Unsolicited and unwanted advice for my younger siblings and anybody else who might care.

Dear C, P and S.

How are you? I hope school holidays are treating you well. For no apparent reason I have decided to write down the 10 most important things I reckon you need to know to get through school/your teens. Feel free to ignore these. But seriously, don’t, because they’re really good.

1.     You don’t have to accept every person who sends you a friend request on facebook. If they are a bit of a jerk at school, or you don’t actually know them, that’s what the ignore button is for. You’re just going to have to go through and delete them all one day, anyway. If there is a chance you may have an awkward ‘why didn’t you accept my friend request?’ conversation, sure, go ahead and add them, but click ‘unsubscribe’ so you don’t have to put up with their rubbish on a daily basis.

2.     If you ever really want to give up on something (like a musical instrument or a language or a sport), so bad that you honestly can’t contemplate doing it even one more time, give up on it. It’s not worth the angst even if you’re a genius at it.

3.     If you ever kinda want to give up on something because it is annoying, stick it out for one more school term. If you still want to give up on it then, but you don’t feel like you did about the thing in item 2, stick at it for just one more term, if sticking at it for half a year makes you feel like item 2, drop that thing like a hot potato. You tried, good job, go find something you love doing.

4.     Sport is fun, it’s a good way to stay healthy and meet nice people and learn some skills. If you’re not very good at it, find another sport that you like or are good at. Try them all. It doesn’t actually matter if you never get good at any of them. See items 2 and 3 also.

5.     You’re = you are (the apostrophe gives that one away), your = possession (as in, ‘that’s your coat’, ‘this is your idea of a good blog, Lizzy, not mine’). If you’re ever about to write the word ‘your’, ask yourself first if you’re actually saying ‘you are’, like I just did in this sentence, twice.

6.     All the variations of the word ‘there’ start with the word ‘the’. So if you’re about to write their/there/they’re, write ‘the’ first and then stop. The easiest one to remember is they’re, because it has an apostrophe and is just like ‘you’re’. It’s missing a letter, why? Because it’s really ‘they are’, easy! The other two you kinda just have to remember. Their = belongs to them. ‘It is their first day, be nice’, ‘that’s their mum, stop talking about them’. There = a place. ‘I hid it over there, don’t look at it.’ I have no idea how you’re going to remember these, but do. Because people judge you harshly for getting this stuff wrong, so you may as well surprise them from an early age by being awesome at grammar.

7.     If you ever like a boy or a girl, act on it. Either tell them, ask them on a date, or kiss them. As you get older, kissing them is the best way, because it makes it really clear, but you get to close your eyes so you don’t have to look and see if they are surprised/ repulsed/ about to reject you. The way I see it, if you tell them then one of four things will happen. 1. They will reject you horribly and you won’t get over it for a while, 2. They will reject you nicely and you’ll get over it pretty quickly, 3. They will tell you they like you too and everything will be great, or 4. They will be so happy that someone likes them they will suddenly like you even if they didn’t before. If you don’t tell them, here’s what will happen: 1. Nothing, 2. Pain, 3. Nothing, 4. You’ll do something crazy like yell at them for no reason (I am talking from really embarrassing experience on no. 4). So in conclusion, telling them has 2-3 good outcomes, not telling them has only pain and bad things.

8.     NEVER PUT ANY OF YOUR FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE IN A LETTER. If you like them enough, tell them to their face. Putting it in a letter risks embarrassment, teasing, and judgement for your lack of good grammar. Just. Don’t. Do. It.

9.     Don’t ever tease people. Never. Ever. Even if they are super ugly/stupid/lame/bad at things/annoying or even if they actually deserve it for being a jerk. Just walk away. Even if your friends are teasing them, just walk away. You will only ever regret teasing someone.

10. Being into stuff isn’t a bad thing. If you really like a TV show, a sport, a game, a comic, a band, an activity, a book, a movie, an actor, anything, chances are at some stage someone is going to try to make you feel bad about it. “I can’t believe you like X!” they will say, “X is for idiots/nerds/losers/girls/boys/little kids/etc etc etc,” they will bleat. I’m going to use a rude word now, it’s the first of the blog, and mum will have to forgive me. FUCK those guys. If you like something, like it! There’s this secret that you learn as you get older, but I’m going to pass it onto you guys now because I like you and you’re all cool enough to handle it (I wasn’t). If you are confident enough in the stuff you like, people will like you for it. If you turn around to that person and not only say, “Of course I like it” but also say “why wouldn’t you?!” And then talk in a really knowledgeable way for about 90 seconds on the merits of your favourite thing, that person will feel embarrassed and, whether they admit it or not, will respect you for standing up for yourself and your favourite thing. And the best bit is that other people who know about the thing will find you and want to be your friend. And soon you’ll have a whole group of people who are into the stuff you are. And because you were the first to publicly talk about the awesome thing, they will see you as some kind of awesome thing leader. And if you get into other stuff they will probably get into it with you. And you will be the awesome thing god/goddess.

I hope this helps. School sucks sometimes, but following the above 10 things can make it that little bit better. But mostly they’ll just make you awesome.

Love,

Lizzy

Country/Girl: Actually Doing It

Actually doing it.

And when I say it, I don’t mean sex.

And if I did, that wouldn’t be any of your business.

Which is why I am not blogging about sex. I'm blogging about the country. 

So. After months of talking about it, of blogging about it, of planning and packing and being actually quite calm with occasional bouts of crazy… I’ve done it. I’ve moved to the country.

Specifically, I have moved to a town of about 10 000 people called Dalby. You may have heard of Dalby, for the first time, just recently, on your radio. Because 3 days after I moved here, Triple J announced they are bringing the One Night Stand here, and now they won’t stop talking about it. They are even doing ‘Dalby facts’. Apparently Dalby is famous for crumbed steak, which begs the question, what is crumbed steak? I mean I understand the principle, it’s delicious steak, wrapped in less delicious crumbs. I just don’t understand the reasoning, the why of it, if you will. Why would anyone ruin a perfectly good steak with crumbs? I’m not sure. I shall do some research and report back.

Triple J also reported on the Criterion pub’s famous Burger Challenge. Now this I can attest to. I went to the Criterion last night, where about 20 people were all set to do this fabled Burger Challenge. As the burgers came out of the kitchen, a piece of mind exploded. They are so huge, so indescribably giant that for about 10 minutes all I could say was, “that’s not a burger that’s…” and there my sentence would end. I don’t know what they were, but they were more food then I would eat in four or five days. The challenge is to eat one in half an hour I think. Again, the why of this baffles me, I have no idea why anyone would want to do this. Except maybe to really piss of starving people.

So other than the excitement of Triple J bringing live music to a town just after I move to it (coincidence? I think not), what else has been happening? Well. Truth be told, a whole lot of not much. Isn’t that why you move to the country? It’s quiet here, and peaceful. Sometimes the main road smells like manure, but we can’t hold that against the road, or indeed Dalby. Sometimes a kingfisher sits in my backyard and sings. Sometimes I write, a lot of the time I watch TV on my laptop. It’s been like an excellent little holiday where no one expects me to do anything or be anywhere and everyday Boyfriend comes home and makes me laugh.

Soon I will need to get ‘gainful employment’, as I believe it’s called. Soon I will need to do stuff that isn’t just watching TV. But for now, I am having a gloriously relaxed time, walking around town, writing around my laptop and drinking tea around my house.

If you ever get sick of your life, or don’t know what you’re doing with it, or aren’t sure why you have it, may I highly recommend you go to the country for a little while, if only to encourage Triple J to put Matt Corby in it too. 

Lizzyish has opinions: Cynicism in the Age of Social Media

The thing about cynicism is that it is ugly. And boring. 'Oh that is so mainstream' is about the most boring way anyone can react to anything. Just because something is popular doesn't make it bad, or unworthy of your time. Sure, it's brilliant to be an individual, and as someone who spent a large part of her late teens with purple hair, I should know. It's important not to go along with something just because it is popular. But that does not automatically work the other way; it is not necessarily important to not go along with something because it is popular. Reject things because you don't like them, reject things because you disagree with them, but blanket cynicism is about as unsexy as you can possibly be.

This applies to everything, from the music you listen to and the tv shows you watch, to the big important things like which charities you donate to and who you vote for on election day.

Obviously, I'm about to rant about Kony2012.

Anyone who has seen that video cannot possibly tell me they weren't moved in some way. Or you might be able to tell me, but I won't believe you. We all know atrocities occur every day around our world, and we often push this knowledge away or try to ignore it, because who can possibly care all the time? How can you take all the suffering and inhumanities in the world on board and not simply feel completely helpless? And so we ignore it, not because we aren't capable of compassion of because we are heartless, but because we simply can't think about it all the time. So when someone makes a video like that, a video that is powerful and heart wrenching, it is easy to take notice. It is easy to sit up in bed, laptop on knee and think, 'fuck. This isn't ok'. What's more important about the Kony2012 video is that it also suggested ways people could help. Simple things, achievable things, the kind of things you could do from your laptop in your bed.

And this is where the cynics come in. "Armchair activists" is something I've seen bandied around a bit, and also "fauxctivists". These people make me feel ill. This is the ugliest cynicism of all. "You don't protest the way I protest, therefore you are wrong" they say, "watching a video won't save children" they shout on Facebook.

Now I'm not talking about the criticisms that have been leveled at the invisible children group. I'm talking about people who are so desperate to be different and unique that they ignore the obvious merits of getting 15 million people to watch and share and form opinions about an atrocity they didn't know was occurring. This is hipsterism in the extreme, and it is unhelpful, ugly... and boring.

Let's talk now about the criticisms. Some of these are serious and some have been exaggerated. To suggest that the campaign is unworthy because Invisible Children  have 'simplified' the issue is like saying we shouldn't vote for politicians because they have campaign slogans. Obviously they've simplified it, it's a half hour video. To talk in depth about economic, political and social difficulties in ANY country, let alone a developing, war torn country would take some weeks and at least three university degrees. However, like many others, I am concerned to hear that the organisation has been criticised for the way it handles its money. Do I want to donate to a cause that spends more on videos than it does on aid? Not usually, no. However, what the Invisible Children people seem to understand more than any activist group I have ever seen is that in this world of social media and smart phones in every pocket, in some instances awareness IS everything. When human rights issues don't affect a major developed nation's economy, or petrol prices, it is easy for this stuff to be ignored. In the era of Get Up and online activism, people are starting to see that they can stand up and say, this is not ok with me, I am not going to allow this any longer, and I dont have to chain myself to anything to prove it. We can have reasoned discussions, we can have impassioned debate and we can petition the people who matter. We don't have to take to the streets screaming and waving placards no one will see. We don't have to look like crazy people when we protest, and that means people will look at us and listen to us, and maybe even join us.

Let's have critical debate, let's not blindly follow, but don't hate for hate's sake, don't reject an idea because it is popular, and never, never be boring.




This is my opinion, feel free to share yours below. 

Lizzyish reviews: Brisbane Comedy Festival - Skills in Time

Skills in Time – Got Dem Big City Dreams – Turbine Studio

“You are, how you say? Ze Whore of Babylon.”

Pre-Show Appreciation Status: I'd heard good things

There is nothing like going to see something completely new and different. Skills in Time (the people who brought you Jaydos and other bizarities via the magic of youtube) have put together a live show that is at times awkward and strange, but regularly funny. Part nonsensical narrative, part talent show, “Got Dem Big City Dreams” is raw and unexpected, and it has a fucking shark so shut up.

The story follows the boys, Henry (Stone), Greg (Larsen) and Sam (Campbell) as they leave their home in the bush to pursue their dreams of fame/shark murder/cancer cures. Damien Power provides a myriad of characters including all 3 guys’ dads, a hipster/douchebag aquarium owner, and talent show host, Ricky Ray. The jokes are quick, usually completely unexpected, and often foul. There’s a lot of excellent physical comedy, and pretty funny use of AV, showcasing the guys’ video skills.

The show fell down a bit sometimes, feeling a little under-rehearsed and shaky. Plus there were a lot of long pauses between scenes (presumably so that Power could change his hat), which were frankly a bit awkward at times.  I enjoyed it though, it was great to see something out of the ordinary; this certainly isn’t your usual 50 minute stand up routine.

Stand out performances for me were from Sam Campbell and Damien Power, though one of my companions said the stand outs for her were Henry Stone and Damien Power. I guess the point here is that Greg Larsen was also good.

 Skills in Time play at 7:15 until Saturday, and 5:15 on Sunday. Tickets here.

Disclaimer – I should probably tell you that I work for Brisbane Powerhouse. All opinions are my own and not those of my employer.

Disclaimer number two - I have pretty much been waiting my whole life to write a disclaimer like that. 

Country/Girl: Roadtrippin

The thing about living in the country is that pretty much any drive further than Woolworths can be considered a roadtrip. Literally 4 minutes out of the centre of town you hit sorghum fields and windmills, cows that stare at you and potholes that could swallow you whole.

I’m still 2 weeks off actually living in Dalby, but I was there for the weekend visiting Boyfriend, and we went on a bit of a roadtrip for our friend Tom’s 21^st Birthday. That is to say, we went to go see Tom for his birthday, we didn’t just drive into the countryside in celebration of his birth or anything.

It wasn’t *that* far, but upon reflection, except for one big day of driving in New Zealand once, I think it’s the furthest I’ve ever driven in one day. I think I’d convinced myself it was going to be easy, given that I now regularly drive the 2 hours, 40 to Dalby. I thought, 4 hours to the coast? Pfft, easy! Well…. It wasn’t excruciatingly difficult, but my bum did go numb and by the time I got there I felt moderately incapable of speech.

Fun things about our roadtrip:

I discovered what a windmill is. No, that makes me sound like an idiot. I KNOW what a windmill is, I’d just never thought about the word wind… mill… it’s a mill… driven by wind. DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M AN IDIOT. I bet a bunch of you had never thought of that either. I like words that do that to you. SHUT UP.

I didn’t kill any birds.

I did scream a lot whenever we came near a bird until Boyfriend freaked out and asked me to stop…. I still did it anyway.

I bought petrol in a tiny town called Cooyar. The pump didn’t have an electronic dial, just the kind with the numbers that flip down like an old clock. It was awesome.

Blackbutt. It doesn’t matter if you’re both adults and one of you is a teacher and everything, that shit is still funny.

The creepy little shop in Kilcoy makes REALLY good food.

Boyfriend’s students are literally everywhere. Even when we’re in some random town hours away from school. They. Are. There.

They are always watching.

No one knows how to pronounce the D’aguilar highway, but we have started calling it “The D’ag”.

Despite both being wordsmiths who love language, hours of driving will make us both stumble when trying to play word games.

Word games are still a good way to avoid napping while driving.

We should have been able to think of a lot more Australian towns starting with D.

Our own town SHOULD have been the first town we thought of.

This is the route we took:

We did it twice, obviously.

And this is the route I take to Dalby… I also did it twice.

So over 4 days I drove for about 13 hours. Effort! 

Lizzyish reviews: Brisbane Comedy Festival - Damien Power and Tripod

Disclaimer – I should probably tell you that I work for Brisbane Powerhouse. All opinions are my own and not those of my employer.

Disclaimer number two - I have pretty much been waiting my whole life to write a disclaimer like that.

I flippin love comedy, all the kinds of comedy, it’s like a drug to me. I also like writing. I also work at a place that hosts a comedy festival.

So, you know… I’m going to write some reviews.

Damien Power – Monkeys in Space – Rooftop Terrace

“And there’s the line!”

Pre-show Appreciation Status: Fan.

I was Damien’s tech last year, so it was really nice to see his show from the front instead of from a small box to the side. And it was a great show too. Funny and punchy right from the start. Damien has a great delivery style; lots of beautifully timed pauses and great throw-away lines that catch you unawares and make you guffaw like a crazy person.

Power (great name) doesn’t hold back and his jokes regularly stray into what some might call dangerous territory. Pedophilia, rape and gratuitous sexual innuendo feature heavily.  Being strongly of the opinion that comedy has no boundaries, I laughed heartily at this kind of material, and most of the audience was there with me for most of the show. There were a few moments where people seemed a bit unsure whether they were allowed to laugh or not. And one great moment (after a pedophilia bit) where the crowd sort of just hummed with uncertainty. Damien made a joke about having found the line and then jumped right back over it anyway. I love a comedian who sticks with their material and goes with it anyway. If they are confident enough about it, it usually works.

Damien is a local guy who is going to go far, he is definitely worth a look in if you can nab a seat. He sold out a smaller room last year and will likely sell out in a much bigger room this year. I look forward to struggling to get a seat to his 2013 show in the Turbine Studio or the Visy.

Damien plays at 8:30pm Friday and Saturday, and at 7pm on Sunday. Tickets here.

 

Tripod – Men of Substance – Powerhouse Theatre

“Dystopia, Datopia, all Datopias.”

Pre-show Appreciation Status: Big Fan.

Tripod’s new show, Men of Substance focuses on their successful 16 years together, and their now maturing tastes in music, women and technology. It was fantastic to see new material from them; their songs are still tight, very funny, and beautifully performed. Tonight was opening night, which may have explained the slightly strange energy at the start. I felt it took about 2 songs to ‘get into it’, but once they were off they were flying.

While the through line of the whole show, that they are now older, wiser and more mature was obviously a device to show off some of their new songs, I couldn’t help but notice how comfortable these guys are - on the stage, with each other, with the crowd. They really know what they’re doing, and their 16 year history with each other makes for a relaxed but well rehearsed show with hilariously candid moments thrown in.

I was laughing loud and long for the entire show. As always, I love musical comedians for doing what seems the impossible: making us laugh, in beautiful 3-part harmony, and still maintaining the joke on the third chorus.

Loved it.

Tripod play at 9pm Friday and Saturday, and at 2:30pm on Sunday. Tickets here.

Next Week: Skills in Time, and anything else I can get along to.