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Ages ago, as a senior in high school, my good friend Abe handed me a cassette tape he made (yes I’m that old) and suggested I listen to it. He and I traded music often, each of us broadening our horizons on alt, indie and punk that we each enjoyed. This is how it was done pre-Internet, people.
Abe recorded 311’s Grassroots and self titled 311 onto the tape. I first listened in my parents bathroom while shaving. I recognized Down from KROQ, but the rest of the songs on the albums messed with my head. It was a cluster of reggae, rap and punk. I didn’t like it at first.
But it grew on me. Munky, one of my long-time good friends, turned out to be a huge fan. He even ordered a vanity license plate to honor his favorite song on their first, and best, album – Music. Listening to this album only fueled my 311 fire. Dumped by a stupid girl, I was in a bad state emotionally. Music helped get me through, and out of, that dark period.
I’ve since attended, conservatively, over 20 shows. And while I assert that their music over the past five years has become soft, and their shows have become boring and predictable – I’m still a fan.
Today is 311 Day. The Babies original due date, full term mind you, was 3/10/11. Immediately the significance of the date crashed my mind with awesomeness. Now, being a reasonable person, I knew The Babies would never get close to a 3/11/11 delivery date. But then the doctor scheduled a C-section for 3/1/11, and I was giddy.
While it’s not 311 Day, my babies were born 3/11 – March, 2011. I had 3/11 babies. The Boobs rolls her eyes when I tell her the significance of the date. And maybe I’m just stretching the whole 3/11 thing to give me something to be excited about, but I genuinely am excited about it.
So, Happy 311 Day to everyone.