Every now and then, I mix sound for a reasonably large - let's call it - club. This club holds meetings in a basketball stadium which has been acoustically treated by use of theatre drapes. As effective as the drapes are, the bottom-end of the audio spectrum in this predomenantly concrete building was just out of control. The kick drum sounded like Godzilla had just shown up, the bass guitar like a dying blue whale. Everything else was rockin'. All was as good as I could hope it to be. The crowd seemed to be enjoying things too.