This week I sat down to a 8.5 hour flight, and in my exhausted state I was looking forward to plowing my way through a series of bad movies on the inflight entertainment. Sadly when I sat down I was met with the following sound in my headphones:
Sure, give the soundguy that seat assignment!
The ghost of Iannis Xenakis invaded my armrest. So much for hours of really bad movies. I’m sure some would argue that the dulcet tones emanating from my arm rest would be an improvement on most soundtracks, but I present them here without bias.
Recording Geek Note: I plugged the line input of a Sony PCM-M10 right into the noisy armrest.
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