—Gandalf/The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey
—Abraham Lincoln, age 23
Oh, hey. It’s The Night Vines - or Leslie and Dylan, however you want to address us. We couldn’t wait until Christmas to release more music, so we put together a little 9 minute EP called Thunder Cats Are Go to tide you over. We figured it was time to do a few covers. There will be more where this came from, but, being children of the dot com era, we’re all about instant gratification. This time around, we decided to do a single live take of one of the songs - so it’s out there, mistakes and all; we wanted you to feel like you were sitting there with us as we made our way through a new song. Click the link below. It will take you to a MediaFire page where you can download a .zip file.
http://www.mediafire.com/?1cgjx6dvx789nxv
Thank you for listening. It means more to us than you know.
Thunder Cats Are Go- EP
1. Barton Hollow - Originally by The Civil Wars
2. Untitled (Instrumental) - Originally by Ben Rector
3. I’ve Got This Friend (Single Live Take) - Originally by The Civil Wars
(Source: everdeens, via mintsmintsmints)
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
- William Shakespeare/Much Ado About Nothing
Dylan: Pres. Lincoln was all, “Man, I luv dis pl BAM,” & Mary Todd was all, “u missed the best part cuz ur dead now! Lol I’m crazy”
Forrest: Abe Lincoln got shot while watching a play an that’s sad and ish but like don’t talk during the movie ya feel me?
D: Abe prolly got capped cause he was all “SPOILER ALRT, this play sux. lol I saw dis at the White House like 2 yrs ago. lmao” DON’T SUPPORT THE ARTS lol
D: Wut if MaryT packed a lunch n goes, guess ill leave it at the theater cuz he cant eat it & THAT FOOD IS STILL JUS CHILLIN?!?
F: nah bruh cudnt be cuz Booth was prolly like “aye M gimme day lunch too I gotta mad horse ride after this tho”
D: BUT THEN HE’D GET LINCOLN POWERS THO smdh. 2 bad u got caught n a barn LOL
D: 4 real tho, dude shot abe, got his leg broke jumpin, then yelled latin .. -___-
F: and folks was conflicted an stuff cuz they was like well he shot the bro Abe but he hurt his leg tho idk
D: half of em were all “what’d he say lol?! I’m not latin! rofl” booth shoulda been “its part of the play,” then GTFO.
F: real tok most folks ain’t even kno it was a real crime tho they was like “ahh damn they broke the 4th wall but I’m into it”
D: I kno, rite? then they were all, “yo, dis play is next level ish” then they see lincoln n go “I got priors” & run
—Rhapsody for One
A Rhapsody for One. One minute on a Friday night. One minute on a Saturday morning.
—The West Wing, “20 Hours in America”
Quit it. Quit it. Quit it. Quit it. Quit it. Quit it.
Hey Kristin. Hey Kristin. Hey Kristin. Hey Kristin.
Oklahoma decided to have a few tornadoes today. As usual, they kick-flipped over the main OU campus. However, this doesn’t change the fact that the university community was still in a state of panic. Rushing to get cars into parking garages before the hail started, completely devoid of any semblance of traffic law knowledge.
Long story short, I ended up having to spend a lot of time in the student union. My house isn’t exactly tornado friendly. So I, along with dogs, undergrads, faculty, staff, and a group of high school students in the middle of a speech & debate competition, hunkered down, fusing like a make-shift family. After I completely gave up on getting anywhere on my Civil Procedure outline, I decided I would risk the weather, leave the safety of the air-conditionerless union basement, and head back to my house.
On my way back, I noticed I was sharing the sidewalk with someone. A skinny, tall for his age, thirteen-year-old kid in a tie. He was out taking a walk to clear his head before his competition round. I didn’t catch his name, so let’s just call him “Kid.” This was our conversation…
Dylan: “So are you here for this big debate competition?”
Kid: “Yeah. I’m a Freshman, so this is my first year I’ve been able to do it.”
Dylan: “That’s pretty cool. You know, when I was your age I took speech and debate. Don’t you love it?”
Kid: “Yeah, it’s pretty fun.”
Dylan: “I’m from Lawton, do you all have any teams here from that area?”
Kid: “You mean over by Ft. Sill?”
Dylan: “Yeah.”
Kid: “No, I don’t think so.”
Dylan: “Eh, I didn’t think so. Lawton isn’t really known for its awesome speech and debate teams. We’re more of a sports town.”
Kid: “Yeah, I tried sports a bit. Baseball, tennis… it turns out it wasn’t really my style. I’m not really the athletic type. I’m a lot better at stuff like this.”
Dylan: “Same here. I tried sports, too. Seventh grade, eighth grade. Not really my style either. You know what though?”
Kid: “What?”
Dylan: “When all is said and done, you’re going to have a good head on your shoulders. It won’t matter if you letter in any varsity sports in high school or not. People are going to value you because you’re the guy who knows what to say, and when to say it. You’ll be the witty one. “
Kid: “Plus I get to walk around in a tie.”
Dylan: “Exactly. You know you’re going to have to go to law school now.”
Kid: “Are you in law school?”
Dylan: “I just started. Let me tell you, for guys like us, who like stuff like we like, law school is pretty fun. It’s right up your alley.”
Kid: “I’ve thought about it a few times. But, well, I have about 7 years left, so I’m not in any hurry.”
Dylan: “More power to you. Enjoy those seven years, though. They feel like they last forever, but then you wake up one day, and everything’s different. It’s not your mom driving you to school, it’s you driving yourself to a job interview. Time runs away from you like that.”
Kid: “I will. Well, hey, I’ve got to get back and start preparing for my round. Thanks for talking to me. Good luck with everything.”
Dylan: “No problem man. Sorry about this weather. Good luck tonight, you’re going to rock it.”
Kid: “Thanks. See you around.”
Dylan: “Oh, and hey… hang in there. You’re going to be fine.”
It was almost as if, in the wake of the tornado, a hole had ripped in time, and I was given the opportunity to talk to myself at thirteen; a kid that managed to sidestep bullies by telling them jokes, who always wanted to sit at the adult table because they had better conversations, who never truly mastered the art of throwing a spiral, or hitting a home run. I got to see how far I’ve come, and what a little faith and perseverance can do. Most importantly, I realized that, through everything, I have always remained true to myself.
So, to Dylan, that skinny, tall for his age, thirteen-year-old kid roaming the caverns of my past…
Thank you for hanging in there.
Thank you for never giving up.
Things didn’t turn out half bad, did they?
I hate to say I told you so.
