Pacific Science Center. How well this works depends on your taste. They are established performers who make safe music. With the possible exception of Moby, none is cutting edge. We are shown Mary J. Blige's lipstick on a microphone, the fret work of Crow, the red satin on the inside of Kid Rock's fedora.
Live music is all about sweat and energy.
While Macy Gray's set gives us the energy, the movie can't capture the effort and inspiration of a concert. The filming is too clean. There's no smoke, no sweat-stained shirts, no real emotion. Everyone looks like they're having fun, but there are no transcendent moments that make going to shows special. But then we get Moby, whose digital sounds perfectly fit the IMAX format.