A bass (not in the fish sense), John Garvin has been described as "red hair and youthfulness." At the sprightly age of 25, he is the youngest and newest member of the group, but don't get the wrong impression. He's been around the block enough times to know that all the parking spots are taken.

If John Garvin can be said to have grown up (ha!), he did so in the town of Marion, Ohio. In a high school named after a famously incompetent U.S. president, he was involved in nearly every single musical activity—sadly, Women's Chorus wouldn't accept him without surgery. Maybe he was overworked, but hey, it was fun drumming, singing, ringing, dancing, playing three different old geezers in musicals, and raising the occasional ruckus. He apologizes to Steph for dropping her on the dip that one time. He's a lot stronger now, honest.

John soon found himself at Yale University. It's always the last place you look. There, he practiced his singing in Freshman Chorus ("April Is In My Mistress' Face," and boy is April in trouble now), the Concert Band (oh yes, there were vocal parts. Ask him the definition of "Duffy piece.") and, because those were not nearly geeky enough, a medieval/renaissance choir. He upheld the U.S. Justice System (Dramatic Division) as Angry Man #4. He exercised the full range of his melodious baritone voice by casting aspersions on the mothers of various Harvard quarterbacks, centers, and goalies as a drummer in the highly vocal Yale Precision Marching Band, a group famous for eschewing both precision and marching. He graduated in 2001. He doesn't know anything about any secret societies. Do you believe him?

After graduating, he went to Houston, Texas, to seek his fortune, which he soon found in a Chinese restaurant ("You have the equipment to achieve greatness"). That was easy! Since then, he has been a Ph.D. student in Computer Science at Rice University. Yeah, he likes playing with computers. He's funny that way. He keeps talking about "compilers," funny little programs he says are important even though nobody knows what they are. People run away with splitting headaches every time he tries to explain. Gosh, John.

Oh, and John has a marimba. It's like a xylophone, only better.

One day, John discovered the Lager Rhythms. He asked them about auditioning, and a mere 13 months later, he finally sang well enough to satisfy them, and he was invited in. Not that it was much of a surprise. He likes lager. He likes rhythms. He likes singing the syllable "doo." What could be more fitting?