Every band remembers their first gig. Most bands park their van in a dingy back alley, unload their instruments through the back door of a local bar, do a sound check, and nervously get through a well rehearsed set for very little money. For our first gig, we unloaded our instruments onto a chairlift and played 6,316 feet above sea level. It was at the top of Fernie Alpine Resort on the outside deck of the Lost Boys Café playing for skiers on their lunch break. There was no sound guy, a blizzard blew in halfway through our set, we played for free sandwiches, and we were stoked. I remember a friend telling me that he could hear my banjo all the way out in Cedar bowl that day. If someone told us then that less than a year later we would be playing on a giant stage at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, we probably would have laughed….or fainted.