One week left...

I got three hours of sleep and drove 800 kilometers to play one song that I actually cut short in the hope I could cram one more in before the club shut down. I'm pretty sure this is the least I've played since I picked up the tuba about 16 or so years ago. I do play on Kamil's set. Not a whole lot though. I really only know half a set of songs. We get through those and then he plays a bunch of tunes he never really taught me. He still hasn't given me a copy of any of the songs to listen to. Each night I end up with a song about having sex with an an under age girl stuck in my head. At this point it's all fine because there's only a week left! Six more shows. Probably the only good one left is the show in Paris that got rescheduled for after my flight home. Ca va...