I thought I'd relate a story about today's gig...and maybe I need to vent a little 
I had a gig earlier today with 2 musicians I love to play with and respect a great deal. I knew that the level of music was going to be high, and the venue is a reputable establishment in the city's cultural district: well-staffed, but intimate, modern, and a mostly attentive crowd.
So we start and it's cool, but I'm missing a couple of notes. No biggie. I occasionally overplay the string. No biggie. It's weird room, I tell myself. After the first set, I'm sweating a little and giving myself reasons why I'm not playing better. Second set, a lot of people are now in the place and I'm wiping down bass in between tunes when it hits me: they still haven't turned on the AC. It's 75 outside and the AC is not on and the place is just about full of people. I can't imagine what the relative humidity was in the room, but it was not a fun experience. To go from missing a couple of runs to full-on sticky fingerboard. Add to that my action felt higher. I also have a feeling that playing Sprios didn't help--there's a bucket of water on my fingerboard and I'm turning up the amp and getting that SOUND that makes most people quit playing Spiros. Anyway, if you've ever been in quicksand, you know how I felt. As I prayed for a speedy demise, the pianist called the last tune: One Finger Snap, at about 300 bpm.
Insult to injury, my friends.
So he solos about 7 minutes and it gets to the bass solo <whack> and I'm pointing at the drummer who's not playing and he points at me and I mouth the word "PLEASE". He plays a great solo and then I feel the AC kick on.
Thank God it's over.

I had a gig earlier today with 2 musicians I love to play with and respect a great deal. I knew that the level of music was going to be high, and the venue is a reputable establishment in the city's cultural district: well-staffed, but intimate, modern, and a mostly attentive crowd.
So we start and it's cool, but I'm missing a couple of notes. No biggie. I occasionally overplay the string. No biggie. It's weird room, I tell myself. After the first set, I'm sweating a little and giving myself reasons why I'm not playing better. Second set, a lot of people are now in the place and I'm wiping down bass in between tunes when it hits me: they still haven't turned on the AC. It's 75 outside and the AC is not on and the place is just about full of people. I can't imagine what the relative humidity was in the room, but it was not a fun experience. To go from missing a couple of runs to full-on sticky fingerboard. Add to that my action felt higher. I also have a feeling that playing Sprios didn't help--there's a bucket of water on my fingerboard and I'm turning up the amp and getting that SOUND that makes most people quit playing Spiros. Anyway, if you've ever been in quicksand, you know how I felt. As I prayed for a speedy demise, the pianist called the last tune: One Finger Snap, at about 300 bpm.
Insult to injury, my friends.
So he solos about 7 minutes and it gets to the bass solo <whack> and I'm pointing at the drummer who's not playing and he points at me and I mouth the word "PLEASE". He plays a great solo and then I feel the AC kick on.
Thank God it's over.