Early one morning our group traveled to the Dead Sea to float in the famed water. We sang in many wonderful and prestigious places on that tour, even in the Duomo in Florence, Italy. But I remember the shower concert best.
Acoustics make such a difference.
So when you sing in church, you often feel like you're soloing, unless you happen to be sitting next to JoAnn Ottley. In the early 1970s, however, there was a grand edifice raised on campus that seemed destined for music. Most viewed it simply as a utilitarian tunnel just south of the Marriott Center. True, when I passed through the tunnel as a student in the 70s, I noticed that it turned my casual talk into vibrant oratory. And some Kenny G or Pavorotti wanna-be may have dropped by on some deserted evening to experience the acoustical magic.