The Plan B laser show was transporting, relaxing, lovely. I only wished there was a good way to watch both the band and the ceiling at the same time. The laser patterns were artfully orchestrated, although short on Pars Kid designs (I only saw two images that looked like his: a big-headed moper kid and the puffy Plan B logo). Dan Paulus went and knows more about music than I do—maybe he’ll describe the aural experience.
It was pretty cold in there. Next time I’ll take a blanket. Also: I looked for the missing beer garden and was told that no one filed a request for an alcohol permit in time (it has to be in 45 days in advance of an event). Still, it was a wonderfully odd, ethereal hour of my life, made exceptional by the company of a good friend who’d been away for too long.
Dave, I’m sorry you missed it. It doesn’t work to come in late to a laser show—it was dark and crowded in there and you might have stepped on a face or two while looking for a seat.