‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.”
It’s a verse that makes no sense at all, an intentionally nonsensical piece that has stood the test of time nonetheless. It took some real imagination for Lewis Carroll to create such a trove of words that had no meaning and yet sounded like English words.
I’m not actually sure that this is from whence NY/NJ’s Gyre name is derived, but watching drummer Pablo Carpio in this playthrough and hearing the song, I get a similar sense of imagination, the combining of things that shouldn’t work together, and yet somehow do. Without imagination, combinations of things we take for granted may never have come together – ketchup and mustard, chocolate milk, country and western, tacos and Tuesdays!