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What is the furthest you have traveled to see a band?
Flew from L.A. to Austin a couple of times to see The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black. Also rented a car and drove from Austin to Dallas both times to see them again. Second trip, Kembra asked if I wanted to sub for one of their dancers who was sick. I spared the world that indignity. Probably the best lineup I ever saw was at Emo's that first trip: Speed Queens, Red Aunts, Supersnazz and TVHOKB.
Well, I saw an Italian metal band called Venadium in Rome but I didn't go there specifically to see them so I guess that doesn't count. I guess it'd be Atlanta from here in SC, about 300 miles, to see DRI. Not very far. They followed us back here and played in someone's garage to about 25 people the next day (and bitched about it later in RIP magazine).
75 miles to see Robert Cray, Stevie Ray Vaughn & Eric Clapton. It was the next to last concert SRV would play as he was killed the next night in a helicopter crash.
"The popcorn you're eating has been pissed in. Film at 11".
Re: What is the furthest you have traveled to see a band?
266 miles to see Anekdoten play in Verviers, Belgium; turned into a very boozy few days discovering lots of Belgian beers. Also had my first raw beef dish, ordered Steak American thinking it was some sort of burger and got a slab of raw meat...
From St. Louis to Manhattan to see The Pogues with Ian and Alison.
RUKED!
Skewed facts.
You went from STL to Cherry Hill, NJ for a horror convention with Wicked Pixel. THEN, you went from Cherry Hill to piece of shit New York to see a bigger piece of shit band.
Went to Teaneck, NJ to see Mucky Pup. 224 miles. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY more than Busterface's ride from Cherry Hill to piece of shit New York.
You went from STL to Cherry Hill, NJ for a horror convention with Wicked Pixel. THEN, you went from Cherry Hill to piece of shit New York to see a bigger piece of shit band.
You just hate on NYC because everyone here wanted to beat you up.
For some reason a few weeks ago my dad tried to get me to drive from NYC to Virginia to go see Rev. Payton's Big Damn Band. I declined.
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