Brighton

Brighton was an amazing day. It’s a gorgeous seaside town and the arena looks out over the water. Definitely cool. Inside the walls were adorned with beautiful photos from past shows there. Bands like Thin Lizzy, Queen and of course 1982’s Quo lineup, stare back at you while you carry on with your pre-show activities. My favorite was a quiet room attached to ours with Springsteen on the one wall and bearded Clapton on another. Bearded Clapton has always been my personal fave of the many Clapton looks…

 

My buddy Scott arrived just before our soundcheck and was certainly an asset to our pre-show. When you’ve been on the road with the same people for this long, simply adding some new blood to the mix makes all the difference. Someone who has some fresh tales to tell, and suddenly all the old jokes we’ve been reusing for so long become funny again for one night.

 

The show was nothing really to talk about. The sound in the arena was pretty bad and when the lights dimmed for our set to begin, you could hear a pin drop… It was silent. I’m sure it did have a lot to do with the fact that we went on at 7:30 and the doors only opened at 7, but we just did our thing and slowly the crowd warmed. I wouldn’t call it an off night really, but it was definitely uneventful. Well aside that B made several references to her wearing (or not wearing) of “pants” (trousers) which we later realized that, to the Brighton crowd, would have sounded like she was talking about her panties.

 

Who knows, maybe we were just all looking past this one, with Wembley on the horizon. Hard to slight us for that. Regardless of what we’ve done over here, we’re still only a bunch of young musicians, about to play in one of the most legendary venues in the world, supporting one of the most legendary bands in the world, and it doesn’t get any crazier than that! On to London…