I did have an experience tonight which I have to put into words before I go to bed and perhaps forget how profound I think it was.
So far I have made 4 sheets of Batwing - the first 2 layer sheet, then another 2 layer sheet with possibly an imbalance of (too much) component B compared to graphene. Yesterday I made two more sheets, using the 3-layer sandwich and a proper balance of ingredients. These sandwich sheets are absolutely incredible. But I only realised it tonight. Because I listened all day, and I was disappointed, even perplexed by what i was hearing.
The 3 layer Batwing sheets tipped the balance from the sound I was used to, toward something quite different. Instead of a punchy, solid bass and clean balanced highs that I had perfected with pure Nuclear STB, I was hearing much leaner mid-bass, with very deep low bass and very extended highs. And there seemed to be less volume. I had to turn the Kii control up from 77 to 79, to get the punch I am used to hearing. And the soundstage appeared to be less focused somehow, it seemed to have a softness that I didn't understand. I ended up removing a lot of the Batwing, and spent many hours struggling to enjoy the sound like I normally do. It seemed to be a lot of effort, and not relaxing as usual. At about 7PM, I put the Batwing sheets back in place, and made a minor adjustment to the digital eq of the Kii electronics. Then I took a break from listening, for 3 hours.
When I returned about 10PM, things were a lot better. I started to relax and enjoy the music. Then something struck me - I had been concentrating on the memory of a sound which no longer existed. I had been trying to mentally "force" the sound to conform to my expectations.
After 10PM, the power lines are very clear, and they allowed the true quality of the Batwing sheets to become apparent. But it also required ME to make the mental adjustment. Instead of concentrating on trying to create the familiar soundstage full of solid imagery, I simply opened up my closed mind, and I experienced a whole new dimension in sound. The dimension was incredible, at times the size of the entire house. Or most of it. And the images no longer conformed to my mental restrictions, they sprung up wherever and whenever they wanted. It was out of control. The softness I had heard earlier turned out to be previously undetectable micro-detail obscured by the haze of impure day-time AC.
Batwing had liberated the music, and things will never again be the same at Chamberlain Avenue after 10PM. I wasn't imagining things. On the contrary, I stopped imagining and started listening.