the Freebutt likes Reis

We woke up to Charlie taking forever in the bathroom. The delay: he thought taking a shower and then drying off with toilet paper was a keen idea. Instead, he killed a whole tree blotting himself and he probably still has TP stuck to that unreachable spot between his shoulder blades. Kind of like when Tobias tried out for the Blue Man Group.

Charlie has also discovered Twitter. I’m not sure how into it he is, but I think he likes using it just for the fact that it annoys the rest of the band.

We rolled into Brighton early, so we stopped by the Grapevine Hostel to get the key deposit back from the last time BBE were in town to play the Great Escape festival. And just like last time, the hostel couldn’t find the proper paper work. Grapevine, we will be back, don’t think you got out of this one. We need that 30 quid deposit back for per diems. Have you seen how skinny T’nealle’s getting?

We kept exploring and wander down to the Ocean. The old pier’s charred armature was still holding it’s own against the ocean’s swinging temperament, and the new pier was pretty cool.

Horatio’s wasn’t as cool without bands playing there, but the shut down carnival rides cantilevered over the water were pretty interesting to look at.

I could only imagine these rides, with their joints crusted by the salt water, being used until disaster. Of course in my mind everything is being run like Pleasure Island in Pinocchio, the operators fiendishly laughing as the deteriorated joints of the Teapot Scrambler and the Rails of Speed snap and shoot laughing patrons into the sea.

Off of the beach they have these amazing stone and mortar constructed walkways that look like boat hulls. They extend about 200 feet into the water. The ocean cries and whines against them, smashing the stone bows with every pent up wave. We watch quite a few unsuspecting tourists get soaked this way. I like the ocean, it’s a funny beast.

The guys that run the venue BBE plays, The Freebutt, are two stellar dudes. They put together a great show (Zach even got to nerd down with Son of Robot about WoW and Abelton Live), fed us a super delicious pasta meal, and let us crash in the upstairs bar apartment. Among other things, we talked RFTC and sampled the local brews. Harveys beer was delicious. It comes in 20 or 30 liter boxes.

Since we spent so much time talking about John Reis, we ended the night with shots of Brandy, because we are full of great ideas (ie see: Charlie’s hostel shower)