I started this piece with an epic diatribe about how I paid my dues going to shows and that I don’t need to show up early anymore because of that fact and how, thanks to the interwebs, I can make magic happen so I show up at the right time all the time now. However, perfect timing doesn’t always happen the way you want and when a bill of three becomes a bill of twenty (I shit you not! Lookin’ at you, Worcester Palladium shows!) then you can’t always time it perfectly to show up for just the bands you want to see. But sometimes, the band you don’t wanna see is the band that’ll leave the longest lasting impression when that final encore from the headliner is still ringing on…

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