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I walk through the stockton tunnel every now and again and the acoustics are
M-A-R-V-E-L-O-U-S!
I first sang in the tunnel walking home with Anita, after we saw the movie, “Into the woods.” Yep, I was one of those silly goofy grown-ups moved by a lovely tale of magic.
M-A-R-V-E-L-O-U-S!
I first sang in the tunnel walking home with Anita, after we saw the movie, “Into the woods.” Yep, I was one of those silly goofy grown-ups moved by a lovely tale of magic.
Then the other night I entered into the tunnel and no one was about. It was just me and the walls to resonate sound. So I started singing the notes from a part of
Rimsky-Korsakov: Scheherazade / Gergiev · Vienna Philharmonic · Salzburg Festival 2005
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQNymNaTr-Y
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I was singing the notes, going higher and higher and louder and louder. It was a chill bump moment. As I was leaving the tunnel a young girl turned and clapped for me.
It made my night!!
I laughed out loud at her clapping!
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer. See the link below for more info.
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