So apparently Breckenridge is over 9000 feet above sea level. I had forgotten about the altitude. As a tubist you have to be careful about the very real possibility of passing out. I walked around a bunch during the day which really helped me get acclimated. My legs felt like rubber but eventually I got a little used to it. It's a good thing I did because I definitely had a few light headed moments during the set last night.
I overheard someone say "I think it's gonna snow soon," and they might be right. I'm pretty sure it's still August but it was freezing cold last night. I had to crank up the heat in the car on the way back to Denver. All in all the show went well though. People were cool and I played okay. I've really been fighting the balance between the various loops and the live stuff. For some reason it's a real struggle right now. After the shows there's always someone with some kind of sound suggestion or analysis but inevitably I can't tell if they're thinking of things differently from me or if they're understanding which sounds are which. There's a lot of different shit that goes on when I play and even I have trouble keeping track some times. I had forgotten about the drunken hippie thing of telling you the same thing over and over and over again. I couldn't believe how many times one large presumably stoned and drunk man turned to me and said virtually the same thing with the same inflections, "I have no idea what I just heard but I know I liked it."
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