Open-Mic Night at Ohio University’s Baker Center — 15 April 2022

NOTE: My camera is not working correctly. Either I dropped it one too many times, and/or I’m not using the right setting. I tried many settings, including FIREWORKS, which is definitely the wrong setting but gave me one wild but good photo of Attila Horvath. Sorry, People.

The performers were Attila Horvath, Rylee Bapst, Emmeline, and Stef (not shown due my incompetent camera skills, but he performed excellent electronic music). The emcee was Bruce Dalzell. Among those in the audience was Harper Reese of Sun Boats and Velvet Green fame.

Attila Horvath (FIREWORKS Camera Setting)
Attila Horvath
Rylee Bapst
Emmeline (She is not out of focus in real life. I promise.)
Harper Reese, Audience Member and Member of Sun Boats and Velvet Green
https://thetailwinds.bandcamp.com/album/bike-rock

GOOD PRICE AT BANDCAMP: $5 for 12-track digital download as 15 April 2022

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VELVET GREEN ON YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNG9lq575VEzZBO3jhf01CA

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MORE TAILWINDS (ATTILA HORVATH) RECORDINGS

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Terence, This is Stupid Stuff

 

By A.E. Housman

 

‘Terence, this is stupid stuff:

You eat your victuals fast enough;

There’s nothing much amiss, ’tis clear,

To see the rate you drink your beer.

But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,

It gives a chap the belly-ache.

The cow, the old cow, she is dead;

It sleeps well, the hornéd head:

We poor lads, ’tis our turn now

To hear such tunes as killed the cow.

Pretty friendship ’tis to rhyme

Your friends to death before their time

Moping melancholy mad:

Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.’

 

Why, if ’tis dancing you would be,

There’s brisker pipes than poetry.

Say, for what were hop-yards meant,

Or why was Burton built on Trent?

Oh many a peer of England brews

Livelier liquor than the Muse,

And malt does more than Milton can

To justify God’s ways to man.

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink

For fellows whom it hurts to think:

Look into the pewter pot

To see the world as the world’s not.

And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:

The mischief is that ’twill not last.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair

And left my necktie God knows where,

And carried halfway home, or near,

Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:

Then the world seemed none so bad,

And I myself a sterling lad;

And down in lovely muck I’ve lain,

Happy till I woke again.

Then I saw the morning sky:

Heigho, the tale was all a lie;

The world, it was the old world yet,

I was I, my things were wet,

And nothing now remained to do

But begin the game anew.

 

Therefore, since the world has still

Much good, but much less good than ill,

And while the sun and moon endure

Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,

I’d face it as a wise man would,

And train for ill and not for good.

’Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale

Is not so brisk a brew as ale:

Out of a stem that scored the hand

I wrung it in a weary land.

But take it: if the smack is sour

The better for the embittered hour;

It will do good to heart and head

When your soul is in my soul’s stead;

And I will friend you, if I may,

In the dark and cloudy day.

 

There was a king reigned in the East:

There, when kings will sit to feast,

They get their fill before they think

With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.

He gathered all that sprang to birth

From the many-venomed earth;

First a little, thence to more,

He sampled all her killing store;

And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,

Sate the king when healths went round.

They put arsenic in his meat

And stared aghast to watch him eat;

They poured strychnine in his cup

And shook to see him drink it up:

They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt:

Them it was their poison hurt.

— I tell the tale that I heard told.

Mithridates, he died old.

***

If you are aware that some people can be evil, you can be somewhat ready to resist evil.

For example, if you are aware of common scams, you can resist being scammed.

Of course, if a Russian bomb hits your Ukrainian apartment, being aware of evil won’t help you much, unless being aware of evil made you one of the first Ukrainians to go to Poland and so you were not in your Ukrainian apartment.

I am not a monster, and I don’t want to depress everyone, so let me tell you about a game you can teach your future children and grandchildren.

It’s called ARMY.

When one parent yells ARMY, the kids drop to the floor and then crawl away and find a safe place to hide from the enemy.

 Now that I think about it, though, it is a good game for your future kids and grandkids to play when or if you hear unexplained gunshots or explosions outside.

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