A stairwell to sing in

“Now, he sang in stairwells: great acoustics!
Arias, pop songs, show tunes…Nobody
ever saw him. He was always
A flight below, or above, But his voice
throbbed through the entire
stair vestibule of a building—
stirring, thick, authentic.
Closing your eyes, you could easily
imagine yourself at Carnegie Hall.”

(M. Reif in The Stairwell Crooner)
Eindhoven (NL)

Watch out for the teeth of this pony

Watch out for the teeth of this pony

“I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple Grey:
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away,
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I’ll never lend my nag again
For any lady’s hire.”

(Anonymous in Nurse Lovechild’s Legacy)
Liège (B)

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