Chamber Jazz meets Americana. Horns, flutes, an old piano, and a suitcase turntable. The Colorado sunset, captured in music. Rocky Mountain aire. Skies of melancholy blue. Up here, there's a whiff of 420, and, in the voice of the never-ending wind, you can still hear tales of the 60's when many great things happened, or outta've. Polaroids of the brother you never met, paintings of late nights. Laughing at the tuba player who lost his cigarettes. Play me a song like a moondog, brother!