Ted Korsmo was born in Alexandria, Virginia.
But that is inconsequential; his parents swiftly relocated him from that locale, allowing him to experience his formative years amidst the frigid expanse of Fargo, North Dakota (yes, that Fargo), and subsequently in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Following his secondary education, a fortuitous turn of events secured him admission into the esteemed film program at NYU, thereby casting doubt upon the institution’s standing as a bastion of cinematic erudition.
Upon graduating, Korsmo departed for Los Angeles, forsaking a woman who harbored deep affection for him and his cherished city, in pursuit of more favorable climate and a superficial, acquisitive existence. Since then, Korsmo has eked out a living (if one could dignify it as such) as a film and television editor.
Under the apt moniker “The Ted Korsmo Experiment,” he composes and records music, presently engrossed in his fifth album as well as a compilation of short stories and a novella.
He generates this abundance of creative material not due to its ease or gratification, but rather out of the urgent necessity to fill his idle days, for he finds himself woefully underemployed.