This week, 311 celebrate their fans and their music during a three day festival called 311 Day. We sent two 311 superfans to give us the diehard’s perspective about the show, the crowds and the vibe of the greatest 72 hours in 311 history.
By Dave Kosin
So here’s the thing about 311 Day: It’s more than a concert, and way more than just a vacation. It’s a homecoming, really. More like a family reunion.
311 fans know how tight-knit the fan community is. Whether you grew up with someone who always went to shows with you, made new friends in a pit somewhere or got involved with the 311 bulletin board, chances are when you roll into down for 311 Day, you’re gonna know quite a few people.
I’ll admit I was a little late to the party. I didn’t really get into 311 until 2007, but once I did, I was completely hooked. I started hanging out on the bulletin board shortly thereafter, and I found myself meeting up with other BBers at shows all over the country. Then I’d make new friends on the board, then I’d meet them and repeat (and repeat and repeat).
Almost three years later, I’ve made dozens of great friends, all thanks to 311. Some of my closest friends in the world — I consider some of them my brothers and sisters — are fellow 311 fans. So when I arrived in Vegas on Tuesday, I thought I knew what I was in for.
Man, was I wrong.
I hadn’t been in my hotel but 20 minutes before I was walking through the lobby and someone shouted, “Mookie!” This was someone I hadn’t met yet, and when those moments happen, it’s always just a little surreal for a second or two. These are total strangers, but where there would otherwise be awkwardness, with 311 fans you have these chance encounters and within five minutes you feel like you’ve known them forever.
As the day went on I met up with a bunch of my friends throughout the hotel complex we have dubbed Luxcalibur Bay. Later on, about 30 of us headed off the strip for a glorious bulletin board tradition known as Taco Tuesday. This poor restaurant didn’t know what hit them. Fans were streaming in, four or five or six at a time, and each time someone new arrived, they were greeted by loud shouts, handshakes and hugs. I’ll be honest: I’ve been to some pretty massive fan gatherings, but something about this one was just so incredible. The energy was off the charts, the love was intense and genuine.
It’s that kind of experience that makes me so happy 311 smacked me across the face and became such a big part of my life. The friendships we’ve all made, the memories we’ve created, the nicknames, the pictures — it’s what makes it all worth it. People always ask me why I spend so much time and money traveling all over God’s creation just to see a band.
This is why.