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James Jarred McAdams was born at 11 in the morning of July 5, 1977 in Murfreesboro, TN. He didn't do too much for a while, but after a few years as a useless bum, he burst onto the social scene at Wildersville, TN's Beaver School.Of course, that didn't last too long. The wanderlust stirring up in him as it inevitably does in such a restless young man, he decided after his one year at Beaver that he had exhausted its resources and burned its bridges, so he had himself shuttled off to Lexington TN's Paul G. Caywood School. It turned out to be a good fit, so there he remained for the next eight years.
Content with his performance at Caywood, Jarred moved on to the dog-eat-dog world of Lexington High School, also in Lexington, the county seat of Henderson County. As a student at LHS, Jarred discovered and developed his love of making music and cracking wise, skills he would incorporate into works of breathtaking beauty as he matured. Academically, he was not too shabby in the math department and could hold his own in a few other classes, too, so when the time came, he opted for an environment that could accomodate the breadth and depth of his interests, and that, as it turned out, was in a corn field in Ohio.
Oberlin College is a swell place. People who go to school there are sometimes a little more attached to it than would be predicted by chance. I seemed to like it. I majored in math and music composition for four whole years. After a while I realized that I was spending a whole lot more time going to concerts and stroking singing wine glasses for hours at a time outside in the freezing cold and dancing around in front of a 20-foot-tall styrofoam toilet than I was spending on my feeble attempts to prove theorems and such, so I spent my fifth year doing only music, and that was fun.
I took my renewed enthusiasm for writing and performing music out west after wiggling out of my Oberlin shackles, and landed in Oakland, CA, and its prettiest little corner, historic Mills College. Now, some of you are probably thinking, though you're too polite to say anthing, "Hey, isn't that an all-girls school?" to which I answer a resounding, "Yes."
Mills was fun too, and there were many adventures to be had. I didn't really have all that many, really, but I do take credit for the renewed interest in hanging out all night in front of the fire and singing songs and being all like, "Hey, let's hang out," that happened during my tenure. We did quite a bit of that. I was inspired mostly by christmas. Some people were very stressed out, so I think this was good for them. Because you can't just go getting stressed out all the time - at least not when there's marshmallows and summer sausage and a fire and mandolins playing all your favorite hits of the 60s, 70s, 80s, and today.
Of course, I was doing serious work, too. I ain't no bum. I left that behind long ago. I made up lots of songs and learned all about how there was all these famous musicians and all, and how they figured they could justify what they were doing even though most people didn't really care very much, in spite of their (the musicians) alleged brilliance, which was sometimes more in the way they manipulated their audiences' affections than how they manipulated anyone's timpanic membranes. But I, you know, I digress. I learned a lot and met lots of interesting people, and you can't put a price on that, but if you did it'd be way too much.
When I'd finished mostly at Mills it turned out that I wasn't quite finished, because although I had written half of my thesis - the by now legendary epic opera Men of Action - I still hadn't written the other half of my thesis, a paper about the by now legendary epic opera Men of Action. So I spent the next year working as a night security guard at the Ex'pression Center for New Media (Don't omit the apostrophe. They hate that.), and meanwhile managed to finish that paper to the laudatory approbation of all who saw it. That's only about four people, but still. Not too shabby.
So, having that behind me, I turned to doing other stuff. One of those other things I did was to meet Ms. Suhi Koizumi, which went very well for me. We very quickly decided to spend as much time together as could be arranged, and that has, essentially, been our policy ever since. Of course there are other pages around here that go into much more detail about that stuff.
Here are some other weird and wacky facts about me:
I have two sisters: Mallory and Blakely. Mallory is 19. She is a very talented anime artist. Blakely is 14. She is a student at my old alma mater, Caywood, and plays every sport and does every activity - basketball, soccer, cheerleading, the total package. Blakely will be one of Suhi's bridesmaids, and Mallory will be my Groomswoman. It'll be a hoot.
I also have two parents: Sherrie Kizer and James F. McAdams. They're super. My mom has worked for many years in the insurance industry, but now spends most of her time as an aspiring interior decorator and amateur wedding planner. My dad, after many years teaching 7th grade science and social studies, moved on up to the pricipal's office at my old alma mater, Caywood. He also raises some cows. Maybe if you come to the wedding you can eat one of them with us.
I also have some super grandparents, Kay and Nancy Wyatt, who have always looked out for me, and some really nice step-parents, Jack Kizer and Cheri McAdams, who have been very helpful, and dozens of aunts and uncles and cousins and second cousins and third cousins and other relations that I can't quite calculate. They're all equally super, and many of them will, if all goes well, be in attendance at our forthcoming nuptuals. Those of you who don't know them should really take the opportunity to make their acquaintance(s). That should be pretty easy, since we're planning on putting most of them to work for us at the reception.
More fun facts:
In addition to my current work as a private tutor and those special occasions when I have managed to make some money as a musician, I have worked as a bank teller, a cotton scout, an autozone distribution center weekend receiving and stock clerk, and as a professional magician.
I grew up in a small town/rural setting in West Tennessee. I split my time between Lexington, where I mopped my granddad's office floor and mowed yards, and the more arcadian environs outside Lexington, where my dad lived. Here I rode horses and helped build fences and bail hay and stuff like that. So what I'm trying to say is that I'm an honest-to-goodness country boy, up from humble roots kind of guy, but that's not really true. Mostly I played nintendo and watched Terminator movies, just like everybody else.
So, I hope that give you and yours a little taste of who this dude your good friend Suhi went and hitched her wagon to is. I'd say a good two-thirds of this is true, and the rest is within the margin of error. I hope I haven't been too long-winded. I hope that I have fairly treated all the characters in my story, and that I haven't left anything or anybody out. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope I can see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.