Ears still ringing from seeing Steven Wilson 12 hours ago.
Industrial foam earplugs rated @33 dB were required.
I now have a subwoofer calibration factor for re-creating the live concert mix at home:
The feeling of the fabric of my trousers vibrating against the back of my knees and my viscera resonating.
Surround notes:
There were a pair of smallish speakers on stands in the back of the main floor, where I sat in the 12th row.
I walked up to the balcony, and sure enough a second pair were way up at the very top for those folks.
I only heard surround content in the opening video, kids playing.
Nice gesture, though.
The merchandise table offered a large assortment of CDs and vinyl, but not a single surround mix.
Sat in the last seat by the left wall, could not determine if the house mix was in stereo.
The FOH mixing board was in the far back corner of the main floor.
A clear mix of all instruments, but subwoofer overload as we expect at any "rock" show these days.
Light show notes:
Enjoyed the video projections on a huge screen behind the stage.
As an old guy, I've been weary for decades of the smog machines that lighting artists think are necessary for their medium.
Looking over the shoulder of folks photographing it on their phones, I noticed digital cameras don't accurately render what the eye perceives.
The beams of light that were softly blended appear sharper and contrasty.
Left at encore during the Prince cover for my three-hour drive home, fueled by a thermos of coffee and lit by the largest and brightest super moon of my lifetime.
Listened on the car stereo to Cre/ation on the way down in the sun and TFTO coming home with the stars extinguished by the brilliant orb high above lighting the harvested fields.
