...there was a teenage girl that thought it would be fun to start a blog for a little bit more writing experience. Since she herself was a flute player, and since it was a fairy tale title, she decided to use the name "the strange musician" for her blog. She thought she was being quite clever, but she had no idea what sort of rabbit hole she'd fallen into...
If you haven't figured out yet, that teenage girl is me. Yes, that's right, I'm a teenager. Go ahead, act surprised; most people do when they find out I'm only 17. I have never figured out why people think I'm older than I am, but it happens quite often.
Also, if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a musician and a writer. I've been playing flute for almost 6 years, and I just started piano last year. I've also been writing for... well, almost my whole life, if my name in crooked, misshapen capital letters back in kindergarten counts as writing.
You're probably catching on by now, but I'm also rather obsessed with fairy tales. It seems appropriate to me, in a way, that a little girl in pink dresses who always grew up loving reading stories and dreaming about being in one might grow up to be a storyteller herself. Even that sounds like a nice story, doesn't it?
It's a bit like how I started this blog for more experience in the stories that I've been writing, but now I think the blog has become a story itself. My own story, really, but a story nonetheless. It's a story that comes to you in snapshots and sentences and snippets of computer code, but it's there.
But let's get one thing straight, before you all get the wrong idea. Yes, I'm a writer, and a book lover, and a musician, and an artist (did I mention that already? oh well...), and basically a bit of a nerd a lot of times. Yes, I'm also obsessed with animals and fairy tales and tea. But this blog isn't just for the C.S. Lewis's, or the Vincent Van Gogh's, or the Beethoven's, or the Walt Disney's or the wannabe-Disney-princesses of the world.
It's for anyone who is too complex to truly be summed up in a few words. And that means me, and that means you. Yes, you.
I think complexity is one of the most beautiful things about being human. How a song, book, or painting may make two people feel two different things, or nothing at all. How the same few little letters, notes, colors, or even DNA molecules can be combined in so many infinite combinations.
So why do I take pride in being the "strange" musician?
Because we're all strange—beautifully so.
