{"id":68782,"date":"2017-07-20T11:00:40","date_gmt":"2017-07-20T16:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=68782"},"modified":"2017-07-20T11:00:41","modified_gmt":"2017-07-20T16:00:41","slug":"a-spanerd-goes-to-be-prog-my-friend-2017","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/a-spanerd-goes-to-be-prog-my-friend-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"A Spa\u00f1erd Goes to Be Prog! My Friend 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"
A few weeks ago I unleashed my inner nerd (or innerd) a bit more than usual while attending an intimate-ish Prog Rock and Metal festival in Barcelona. How long did it take me to achieve my Honorary Dad Sandals? Find out below!<\/p>\n
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Ever since I was a young boy, I’ve played the silver ball<\/del>\u00a0been exposed to classic Prog. My dad is a huge fan of bands like Yes<\/strong>, ELP<\/strong> and Genesis<\/strong>, so naturally I gravitated towards Rush<\/strong>, Dream Theater<\/strong> and Opeth<\/strong> when I started traversing\u00a0down the metal hole. I like self-indulgent progressive music and I like metal festivals, so when I first heard of Be Prog! My Friend<\/strong> festival two years ago, I knew I had to go. So of course, I didn’t. And didn’t again the following year. But I finally managed to convince two other poor souls (my mom and brother) to journey with me on this most uncool quest, so it was ON. In weird time signatures, obviously.<\/p>\nDAY ONE<\/h2>\n