The hall we were in last night is an old gymnasium- and not too many of them were built with an ear toward acoustics. Some churches and performing arts centers have marvelous capabilities- but I rarely get to play in them!

One time we did a dance in a different gym and that was the worst you can imagine. We finally got off the stage and stood level with the dancers which helped some. At the end when we were breaking down our stuff, our fiddler was whistling as he carried a table down the hall to storage. As he traveled down the hall, his whistle whee...whee...whoo...whee...whoo...d from wall to wall.