I’m Ransom — it’s a weird name, but the rest is weirder so we’ll come back to the name later. I was born at home in Cane Beds, Arizona. By “at home” I mean the house across the street because our home was a shack that my mom built. My parents didn’t trust the government so we lived on the fringes a lot. I didn’t have a birth certificate or social security number until I was 17, and was home schooled until I was 10. When I started public school in 6th grade, I was just as weird as you’d imagine for a home-schooled kid who never had friends because his family moved dozens of times. My first day in class I said I loved the band “Hanson,” got pantsed on the playground, and cried my eyes out. That year one of the cool kids dropped out of a school play, and my music teacher knew I was good at memorizing stuff so she asked me to fill in for him. I loved it, I was good at it, and I decided to keep performing the rest of my life. Since then I’ve sung with Panic! At The Disco, had songs featured in national ad campaigns, and I still love Hanson. The name’s a Christian thing and I’m Ransom the 5th. So, really, the name isn’t that weird at all.