Reel Big Fish's trombone player Dan Regan (left) and vocalist Aaron Barrett. See more shots in our Reel Big Fish slide show.
Dear Reel Big Fish,
I never thought it would end like this, but I think we're gonna have to call it quits. After more than a decade, I don't think I can call myself a fan anymore.
As the old chestnut goes, it's not you, it's me. We've just outgrown each other and I've flat-out moved on from your snarky and self-deprecating ska-punk (as well as most third wave stuff in
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Until yesterday, I used to loathe the Warped Tour.
Not because of the bands or music, mind you, but rather because of some bad experiences I'd had while attending the annual summertime mega-tour.
When the Warped Tour first came to Phoenix in July 1996, I'd spent every last dime I had in the world to get my 20-year-old ass out to Desert Sky Pavilion (which is what Cricket was called back in the day). I'd never seen Fishbo
