That’s when we find ourselves gazing out our window, maybe at the dogcatcher going about his rounds or the guy selling watches from the trunk of his car. That’s when we wonder if we should have pursued another line of work, something different than entering dates for Paul Westerberg and Red Hot Chili Peppers. That’s when we wonder; what if?

Like, what if we got in a different line during college registration? We recall that day at the university when we had to line up and declare our major. Medicine? Too long a line. Law? Ditto. In fact, we picked the shortest line in the building – Tour Date Researcher. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Of course, it wasn’t all that simple. It took us five years to earn our B.A. degree in Alanis Morissette routing mechanics, another year to complete our thesis on The Juliana Theory, thus earning a masters for our studies of the effects of malt beverages upon the mating habits of roadies, soundmen and drummers. And finally, our PhD in Iggy Pop Psychology, otherwise known as razors, rants and rage. Ah, those were the days.

But those days are behind us and our future is just around the corner. In the meantime we’ll continue to process the schedules for acts like Jennifer Nettles, California Guitar Trio and Tom Tom Club. And at the end of the day, when we take off our shoes, slip out of our pants and remove our truss, we won’t let our thoughts dwell on what might have been. Sure, we could have been a doctor. We could have been a lawyer. We could have spent our days healing the sick or plea bargaining for dangerous criminals. Yes, we could have done all of that, but it wouldn’t be the same as slamming in date, city and venue for the Molson Canadian Snow Jam or Oasis.

So, let the doctors doctor and the shysters shyst. Let them have their country clubs, their BMWs, their SUVs, their private wine cellars, their Malibu beach bungalows, their mansions in The Hamptons, their stock options, their private planes and their yachts. We have the dates for Bluedogs, BR549 and Winger. Could one ask for anything more?