Imagine our surprise when we realized that we had all gone to the same school! That’s right, a little high school located in a fishing village on California’s Central Coast. It started with our U2 Encoder. She had just entered the new Scotland dates for the band when she mentioned how she almost flunked Fish Cleaning 101. “On a scale of one to ten, I was a two,” she sighed as she looked over the new dates for Music As A Weapon Tour. “But that was a fluke.”

It was about that time that our Venue Corporate Renaming Administrator commented that he had received a ‘D’ in Cod Audio Dynamics. “It doesn’t really matter,” he said as he punched up the new tours for Dropkick Murphys and Pocket Dwellers. “After all, everyone knows that codrophonic sound never caught on.”

Then our Booking Agent Interpreter spoke up. “You think you had it bad,” he said as he entered new dates for Econoline Crush and Steve Wynn & The Miracle 3. I got an ‘F’ in Tuna Fish.” He entered a few more dates for Black Halos, then looked up and said, “But I did get a ‘B’ in Tuna Piano.”

“I can top that,” said our Stevie Nicks Postponement Editor as she plugged in the dates for O.A.R. “In chemistry class I tried to ferment some fish heads, but I ended up stewed to the gills.”

And that’s the way it went all afternoon. We entered dates for Bob Dylan, Ozric Tentacles and Bliss 66 while telling our favorite high school stories. Like the time the Groupie Database Manager was 16 and went door-to-door for Jerry’s Squids, or when our Artist Manager Handler was a teen and spent a day throwing fish hooks around just for the halibut. That’s when she accidentally inhaled one and the school nurse had to call in a sturgeon.

Yes, those were good times back at our old alma mater. Sure, there were some bad times, but no one wanted to talk about them, preferring to clam up instead. But all in all, we really enjoyed talking about the old high school days. In fact, you could say we had a whale of a time.

Talking about those bass times at Ridgemont High.