An afternoon in Brighton...

Waking up at 6.30am is not rock'n'roll. Taking a coach at 8am neither.
Playing in Brighton in the afternoon for the Great Escape festival was cool though.
The venue was small but really nice indeed.
The sound man looked like the Big Lebowski...a dude that managed to maintain his calm mean while everything around him was pure chaos.
The stage had windows that faced the sea side. Before starting with Stranger, one minute before the first note, I saw five surfers on the beach. Looking at the sea, in line. Not moving.
We did our set, sweet.
I turned to see if the five Fonzies were still there. No...they were gone. Probably for a pint.
I suddenly realised I was thirsty too!
I ran out of the venue, I opened quickly a Can of beer and some drops went straight on this girl's skirt. She smiled at me and said 'thanks...nice set'. It meant a lot to me.
If an accident like that would have happened, let's say, in London on one random friday, probably I would have ended up with a iron shoe's hill in my forhead.
Instead...it was thanks, nice set.
Brightnon, good times, noodle salad.
See you in three weeks time at the OLD BLUE LAST!
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