 This bio is brought to you by Jason Mraz & the Atlanti-Cats!
As biographies go, I should tell you about where and how I was raised in
Mechanicsville, Virginia. I should tell you how I manifested my creative wild
side while my parents were busy divorcing, working, and remarrying. I should
explain the kinds of pop music I listened to, whether it was on the oldies
stations or the same explosive jam stations that presented star-studded skate
nights in my rural community rinks.
It would be wise to mention a minor stint in musical theatre before picking up
the guitar in those Big Apple college years, as well as discuss what eventually
brought my C average up to an A when I found a voice to follow, which eventually
carried my heart and soul to the salty streets of San Diego.
It's a good story really, but it's been told time and time again and I'm about
tired of answering questions about the mischievous psychic in central park. It
turns out he was really just a homeless guy asking for a dollar and I
accidentally shook his hand and began an eternal trip down hallucination lane.
Since then it seems I haven't been able to come down from the cosmic absurdity
that surrounds my song and chance. What's most important to this bio is the
understanding that at the end of the day, despite my whereabouts and
disposition, I always did it my way.
Does a bio have to be only about the past? Couldn't it reflect something more
immediate and present? Could a bio be used to tell the future?
Either way you look at it, it doesn't change my appearance. I am who I am and
you are who you are and everything else is a perception based on acceptance,
deception, smoke, mirrors, and so on. It's everything in between us that seems
to justify our accidental identities. Does that make sense?
In summary, a perfect bio would read. Jason Mraz is from space.
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