Over the years, I have spent many (_many_) hours singing in that space for several different reasons. The Gregorian Singers started rehearsing and performing there in the mid 'aughts. I was a paid singer there for several summers over the years.
But the biggest part of my time there started in 2008 or so. Jacob became the organist for evening and holy day services there and had to put together quartets and a rotation of solo cantors. SPOTH was one of the few parishes that did a service for every holiday and saint's day on the church calendar. And I mean _every_ one. So he or I or both would be at SPOTH at least once or twice a week. It was not uncommon to get a text or email at work asking if I could pinch hit for a service that very evening. This is why I have my "traveling cassock" in my car to this day.
Frankly, when you're in the middle of such a workhorse-like treadmill, it's difficult to see the good things that are going on as well. It could be a challenging place to care about sometimes, as it had it's own rhythm and way of doing things. But when we did the final service there, I found myself moved in a way that I hadn't quite expected to be.
The music that was made there was special. And the space absorbed it all; would ring with it for a while after each service.