I thought, ‘How is Butch going to know when I’m good? We’re playing all your favorite tunes, pretty much everything we’ve got. We’re going to stare into each other’s eyes’ all night.

I wanted it to make sense to our fans but to feel like a step forward musically. It’s really rough around the edges, and there’s a lot of urgency and pent-up stuff that probably came from both Patty and my nervousness about making a record with an outside producer.”“I hadn’t spent much time recording without Dwight,” Lynn says. He lifts me up and makes me better, but he didn’t want to be in the room when I sang because that’s him going, ‘No, Patty, fly. We’re playing all your favorite tunes, pretty much everything we’ve got. We’re going to stare into each other’s eyes’ all night.

You have your wings and you know how to do this.’ I was nervous. Join us on our second headlining tour, Happiness Is Not a Place. Please come when doors open so you don’t miss her set. Dwight and I are drinking white wine these days, just in case you wanna buy us a drink…Please come to the show, and bring some friends! We need more fans to continue to grow this project.

To this day, I know the poem by heart, and particularly love the first (and last) stanza for its wonderful language and scene-setting.

When I'm teaching creative writing, I often call upon ' Jabberwocky' to illustrate that nothing is ever too weird or nonsensical to include in a poem.

And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. And I've come to realise that it's not just me.

When we were very young, my father used to read nonsense verse to my younger sister and I – poems by Ogden Nash, Hillaire Belloc, Edward Lear and Patrick Barrington – but ' Jabberwocky' was always our absolute favourite, and we'd always demand that he "do the scary voices".

Baker describes it as “kind of like what happens when two friends hold hands and jump in a freezing lake just to see what it feels like.” Thanks to the undeniable chemistry between the pair, the music took on a life of its own and The Wind and The Wave soon found themselves with a major-label record deal, embarking on U. headlining tours supporting From The Wreckage, having their songs appear in such TV shows as Grey’s Anatomy, and racking up millions of plays on Spotify and Apple Music. We’re playing all your favorite tunes, pretty much everything we’ve got. We’re going to stare into each other’s eyes’ all night.

The band also earned itself a rabid following, with fans especially enamored of Lynn’s feisty vocals and brutally personal lyrics about challenging relationships with lovers and family members as well as her relationship with herself. “We got tons of letters from people saying it saved their life. Join us on our second headlining tour, Happiness Is Not a Place. Please come when doors open so you don’t miss her set. Dwight and I are drinking white wine these days, just in case you wanna buy us a drink…Please come to the show, and bring some friends! We need more fans to continue to grow this project.

And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. " He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought-- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! Now whenever I hear or read ' Jabberwocky' I am transported back to my childhood, sitting under my quilt till late into the night, armed with a torch and my well-worn poetry book.