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Before your first tribute tattoo, the only way to express how much you dug certain bands was writing their name in Wite-Out on your middle-school Jansport.
Sandwiched somewhere between Nirvana's happy face and a Smashing Pumpkins heart doodle, you lovingly scrawled three one-syllable words, proving you were a music connoisseur. In bold capital letters, "REEL BIG FISH" let everyone know that you thought third-wave ska was the shit. It also made taking band class and learning to play the trumpet seem kinda cool.
Though your passion for brass instruments may have taken a back seat as you got older, the fire of third-wave ska still burns in your heart. And every time Reel Big Fish gets together for a show, you round up a bunch of former bandmates and relive the glory. Because you're not a "Sell Out."
