Full House
Baba
In the beginning God created the heaven and earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light: and there, was Baba.
Baba’s voice was among the first things brought into existence from the void. It became the holy force that shaped the rivers and mountains, the surging sound that cleared the oceans and valleys. Eventually it taught humans how to tame fire, guided them to civilization, and instructed them to remember it through stories passed down through oral tradition.
Some historical documents describe the voice of Baba as the projection of God’s voice himself. Recent scientific studies describe it as having both wave and particle-like properties. Philosophers continue to debate its creation and composition.
Stories passed down from generations tell that Baba’s voice was threaded together with rays of light, wisps of Heaven’s clouds, and strands of angel hairs. They tell of its miraculous journey to Hell and back, acquiring badass beats forged in the fires of the Underworld. They say that any song with Baba’s original riff added to the end of it will become your new favorite song, and there’s no doubt that his voice alone invites marriage proposals from every woman (and man) in the vicinity.
It was not until recently that Baba’s voice took physical form. Baba can often be found at MIT sporting the Log’s signature BAM and wearing a friendly smile that will melt your insides.
“Baba,” being one of the most spoken syllables in the history of a cappella, confirms the eternal quality of Baba’s voice. It was fate and fate along that brought Baba to join the Logs, the best place for Baba to take his voice to an unprecedented, ungodly level.
russell
In Ancient Greek Mythology, the Sirens were beautiful creatures with glorious voices. Their songs touched the hearts of all who sailed passed their cursed shores, and their music was enough to lure sailors to their death. Although his intentions are objectively less murderous, Russell lures unwary students from their studies and psets using nothing but his stunning vocal skills. Like the alluring song of Sirens, Pasetes’ melodic voice is enough to enchant all who dare to lend their ears. At a towering five feet seven inches, weighing in at 170 lbs, and helping to lead this year’s twig class to be by far the best class in logs history, this integral member of Twig Class Full House was derived from Guam. Russell’s skew towards courses 6 and 18 have left him with a calculating perspective on life and a low margin of error when performing the complex log repertoire. This globetrotter has visited 20 countries, and has become essential to Logs success as we travel the globe together to showcase our 16 harmonic Siren voices to the world.
NicK
The Logs needed someone who could sing low notes, like really low. And then came Nicholas Pittman who came all the way from Mt. Olympus in Atlanta, Georgia. Brother of Orpheus and nephew of Apollo, Nick spent the first half of his life in his own farm where he grazed with his fellow cows and horses. The animals in the forest always loved to hear him howl in his low voice. Now that he’s spending his life in the city, away from the farms, his killer bass line slays all the ladies he has both in and out of his Snapchat contacts. The aura that he emits day and night is bigger than the size of his Afro. All the sculptures that he built for his fellow Olympian gods and goddesses allowed him to be accepted to MIT as a potential mechanical engineer. His sense of fidelity and integrity outside the classrooms earned him a spot in the Sigma Nu Fraternity. He does seem, though, to be incredibly busy by being pledged to Sigma Nu on top his original fraternity, Lamda Omega Gamma, the smallest but the mightiest fraternity at MIT. The Logs will continue to elicit his already overwhelming presence in the group. And all aside, there remains only one question left for this wonderful young man: Will he return to Mt. Olympus?
Ashay
Ashay was created when Professor Utonium mixed together sugar, saffron, and a high tenor register. Legend has it he serenaded a lucky ER nurse upon being delivered. The nurse was then cured of colon cancer she did not even know she had. Throughout his childhood he often found it difficult to connect with his peers because they would burst into tears of joy upon hearing his glorious voice, and because he eats cereal like a heathen. As might be clear from his Indian upbringing, Ashay is also a rampant carnivore. He has never gone more than twenty minutes without eating some form of red meat. He grew up a walking distance from MIT and decided to attend the institution because he is the State of Massachusetts’ State Bard. The MIT Logarhythms, having kept a close eye on Ashay, quickly brought him into the group in order to produce music only dreamed of before. Outside of touching the very framework of existence with his voice, he is also interested in finance.
It is said that if Isaac Newton could see further by standing on the shoulders of giants, then Russian Oktavist singers see further by standing on the shoulders of Gabe Kane. This 6’ 6” behemoth coalesced into being when the eruptions of Mount Kilauea reverberated in its vents, creating an echochamber of displaced magma that solidified into what is now the Gaben. From the ashes, the Gaben rose himself out by uttering his first word: “BOOOOWWWWWWWWW”. He was born to sing acapella. The vibrations that emanate from his vibranium-coated vocal chords can cause great euphoria in both women and men. Please consult your primary care provider if such euphoria should last for more than four hours. Or don’t. In the event that he chooses a mate, he endows the lucky female with the gift of producing vocal overtones, as it is his primary form of copulation with the opposite sex. People flock by the millions to attend such masterful displays of vocal harmonies that rival various religious pilgrimages to Vatican City, Mecca, Jerusalem, and Topeka, Kansas.
He is the pulse of the universe, the cosmic microwave background radiation of our souls.
Gabe Kane: coming to a seismograph near you.
GabE
At the inception, there was a bang; all that was, is, and will be was bred, and from this universal creation rang the most stunning sound the cosmos has ever known: in the manner of a perfect fifth propagated a shimmering and emotionally resonant swell, “Chi-hooooooo.” It is this very reason his being can be found on humanity’s most awe-inspiring entities, from the Great Sphinx of Lower Egypt to The Tickler roller coaster in Coney Island. Thus, it is quite understandable why he emits sheer awesomeness with every step he takes. From the great land of Korea he hails, and when he opens his mouth, pure baritone “Seoul” cascades outward, bringing anything in its path to a state of uncontrollable swooning. This addition to the MIT Logarythms is quite celestial, to say the least.