Vision

quinn

Long, long ago, the wild tenor known to many as “Quinn” came out of hiding in the wild state of Texas. The tenor, running from their fugitive past, evaded the numerous dangers of the Republic. While in hiding, Quinn was taught the fundamentals of math and science, but more importantly saw a vision of a future on stage. Through captivity, Quinn performed in a band while mastering studies, preparing for the acapella audition process for 18 years. However, Quinn’s chosen path was tough; only the most exceptional tenors could hope to succeed.  Quinn is absolutely an exceptional tenor, almost as is foretold in the ancient scribes of the secret Logarhythm archives that are absolutely not hidden beneath the foundation of Lobby 7. From Quinn’s success in the wilds of Texas, the incredible foundation of precise vocal technique was laid. Likewise, the rich and complex tenor tones of this Texan took time to forge, and the product is breathtaking. Wielding a voice like a sword, Quinn has demonstrated the fighting spirit and strength necessary to survive as a tenor. Quinn is prepared for the test that looms ahead. Quinn is focused. Quinn is brilliant. She is ready.


junhee

Junhee was formed over 3000 years ago beneath the roots of the ancient world tree. For centuries, he trained with the grandmasters, gaining full control of all 17 disciplines of the voice. He has since set out into the world, spreading musical grandeur to all ears willing to be graced by his talents. Junhee’s humble manner is perfectly balanced with his towering stature. His clothing style, fully black, pays homage to his fallen brethren who lost their voices in the great pitch war of the 7th century. Anyone who gazes upon his brow can see the untamable talent and fervor alight inside him. It was once said that when Junhee belts his highest notes, he can nurse baby pigeons back to health and cure the common cold. As of today, Junhee is the only known being with ability to sing and play the trumpet simultaneously. Researchers at multiple accredited universities continue to fail in their attempts to unravel the secrets behind the ethereal quality of his voice. Junhee’s ultimate destiny is still unknown, which is why he trekked across the world to join the MIT Logarhythms. There his unbridled talent can be channeled into an unstoppable performing force.


zander

A call in the distance. Echoing halfway across the country to Cambridge, Massachusetts. Ringing faintly through the air, the Logs heard a whisper – “I’m already tracer.” The historians, shocked by this prophetic cry, said to each other, “Someone has been chillin’ in Cedar Rapids for far too long. We must bring him here.” In the fall they were approached by a guy in Adidas joggers, an ironic NASCAR shirt, and an MIT Rocket Team Jacket. He called himself Alexander “Zander the Salamander, no Slander” Hodge. Like a majestic bird of prey in heat, he wooed them with his mating dance that hailed from the legend of Fork Knife. His arms shot to either side, palms down, as his hips jutted to the left. The historians were already enthralled. Then, he turned his palms up and moved to the right. The heavens shook. The historians began to cry and fell to their knees in prayer to this new messiah. They began to speak in an attempt to discuss his beauty and grace, but before they could utter a word, the mysterious man pulled a sticker-clad longboard seemingly from nowhere and flew off into the night, avoiding important conversation. His laugh followed him like a shadow, a bubbling brook that falls down, down, before he lets out a shriek that only the velociraptors could understand. The historians transcribed the encounter into an ancient book and idolized him in a temple that looked eerily like Simmons and thus was born the religion of Zanderism.


Tommy was trapped. The spirit of MIT had sealed off all the doors with ancient magic and, although he desperately pushed and pulled, even the windows in his dorm room wouldn’t budge.

“You are stuck, my boy,” the spirit of MIT said with a menacing laugh. “Tonight is your last night on earth. I will make you pset until dawn and then give you an exam tomorrow morning. And just as your exam ends, right before you’re free from all of your stress, I’ll cut your little head right off. How does that sound?”

It didn’t sound good to Tommy. But realizing that there was nothing he could do, Tommy relentlessly worked on his psets, humming some tunes as he worked. He reached the end of his exam and braced himself for death. But it didn’t come.

“You didn’t finish your song,” the spirit of MIT said. “You must finish that beautiful song before I slay you.” And despite the pleas to keep singing, Tommy was too exhausted to continue. After a deep sleep, Tommy awoke to find the spirit of MIT still in his room.

“It is time for you to finish your song,” it said. “Here are a few more psets that you can work on while you sing.” Tommy was perplexed, but continued singing; the spirit of MIT listened intently and, when dawn approached, found itself disappointed yet again as Tommy fell asleep without finishing his last song.

This cycle continued for 1001 days and 1001 nights, and as time passed, the spirit of MIT fell in love with Tommy’s smooth voice. When Tommy finally resolved his last chord, the spirit said to him, “Marry me, you must.” And although Tommy politely refused, the spirit gave him a counteroffer that he couldn’t resist; it asked, “How about you join the MIT Logarhythms?”

And thus ends the tale of Tommy Edelman and the One Thousand and One Nights. Now begins the tale of Tommy Edelman’s adventures with the MIT Logarhythms…

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