A soft touch became a press. A brush became a rake. Watercolor became neon. Those inflated levels deprived the audience of the transcendental and mystical experience of inspired musical subtlety, his gift to the world. Quiet, contemplative sounds were pushed into the middle dynamic range, and that drove excited passages into the realm of distortion.
Standard procedure is to allow headroom for excited performers.
That beautiful sarod of his morphed into a cheap overdriven synthesizer module. For three decades my love has been technology and music. In some contexts I find shifting bands of colored noise infinitely fascinating. But not when I attend a concert of North Indian music. According to the audio equipment's meters, the noise was not in that equipment.