I woke up Tuesday morning feeling all bleary eyed and goopy and the events of the night before came back to me. What a great night it had been especially getting the autograph. After the pub had closed most of the gang went their separate ways which left a hardcore of Nosey, Tom and i. We decided to see if we could get a last drink in the Grand Hotel where Nosey thought Van was staying. We hurried along the seafront in the rain but when we arrived they wouldn't serve us because we weren't residents which was a shame so i said we could go to my hotel next door,The Metropole. The three of us relaxed in the comfortable chairs and had a really good Van related chat. I ruined it though because i went outside for a cigarette and i got chatting to this blind lady who asked me to guide her to the bar because she could murder a drink. She joined us at our table and proceeded to ruin the whole conversation by talking about herself non-stop so in the end we were relieved when the bar closed. I'd had more than enough to drink by then anyway. I had paid £12.50 in advance for breakfast but i couldn't be bothered to get up. I turned over and went back to sleep until the afternoon.
When i finally got downstairs it was 3.00 in the afternoon. I went for a walk along the seafront and who should i meet but Dail and Carol. They were staying at the Grand and told me they had spotted Van at breakfast that morning. I said i'd see them later in the pub and carried on walking. I had intended to have a look around the bookshops but i couldn't be bothered so i had a walk to the end of Brighton Pier which was much more fun. It was packed with families out enjoying the half-term holidays in the sunshine. There was a tattoo parlour and i toyed with the idea of getting a Van Morrison tattoo but in the end i didn't because there were quite a few people waiting. After that i went back to Yates's because i liked the barmaid the day before. "Hello, i'm back again", i said to her and ordered some nice food and a pint of cider. Then i had a lazy stroll to the Lord Nelson stopping off at a couple of other pubs on the way. When i arrived, Othmar and Daria were already there and one by one the rest of the Vanatics arrived. The time flew by and it was time to head for the Dome.
It wasn't a sell-out by any means and Amanda had a spare front row ticket which she gave to Brendan and Brendan gave me his ticket in Row C right near the front which was brilliant. Thank you very much Amanda and Brendan. Shana opened the proceedings again and unlike her dad she did three completely different songs to the night before. I didn't recognise the first one but i think the other two were called 10,000 Things and Blues On A Rainy Day. Van arrived on stage and started with the now familiar Celtic Swing and Close Enough For Jazz. Then a welcome change, Higher Than The World which was great and Van's sax playing was sublime. Rough God Goes Riding followed and when Van said "Just Like Jesse James" Shana said, "Just like Van Morrison". Back On Top was next and then So Quiet In Here which was Van at his very best. At the end Van Van was really in the zone, repeating over and over, "We can dream on, in black and white". Keep It Simple, Queen Of The Slipstream, Keeping Mediocrity At Bay all followed with Van saying, "Move Over, Rover". Benediction was next followed by Whenever God Shines His Light with Shana. The percussionist Bobby Ruggerio was really good on that one as was Van on harmonica. Then Chris Farlowe appeared again much to my chagrin. A lot of the fans like him though and Van seems to enjoy his company. Early In the Morning, Rock Me Baby, Hoochie Coochie Man and Stormy Monday followed and Farlowe and Van dueted on Born To Sing which i have to admit i really enjoyed. Then Van played the keyboards while he and Shana sang Have I Told You Lately?. Then they duetted with That Old Black Magic. I can't understand why with Van's vast repertoire of great songs why they have to waste precious time singing this old jazz standard. The proceedings came to an end with Brown Eyed Girl, Stand By Me and Gloria. During Gloria i took the opportunity to take a couple of snaps and a bit of footage. (See Below). Soon all the gang were back on the street again, back on the corner again and the general consensus was that it was a slightly better show than the night before but only an average one by Vans high standards. I could do with less R & B and more of the transcendental songs as shown by So Quiet In Here but that’s just my personal opinion.
Anyway, the night was yet young. After the pub closed Dail led the way to the Grand Hotel and as she was a resident this time we got served and we sat in the window seats and enjoyed the luxury. It was great. I had a really good chat with Miquel about Keith Jarrett because he is a big fan so i resolved to get an album by him. All good things come to an end and everybody gradually went and the bar stopped serving. I tried to get us a last drink in the Metropole but the bar had closed so that was the end of that. Next morning i caught the 10.33 train back to Westbury, back to the forlorn rags of everyday life with no more Van gigs to look forward to....but wait, it's just been announced that Van is on at the Cambridge Folk Festival....Hmm, now there’s an idea.