This story is about a teenage girl that discovers the wonders of Metal Music. It takes her on journeys that breaks the cliche's that surround the genre, she meets al kinds of different people that love Metal. It shows that to be a Metalhead, there is no dress code, no certain need to be different or be covered in tattoos and piercings.
This is about what it's like to be a female Metalhead, proving that there is no certain image to depict.
Music always had a great impact on my life.
It was always there to be my outlet and decision maker, it was my heroin and bottle of whiskey, my security blanket and my most prized treasure. Music was my mirror, reflecting back all of the things that I liked about myself.
Music for me was the only thing in this world that gave me the opportunity to shop around and try out all of the different kinds of genres.
I moved from pop, techno, rock, hip hop and finally stumbled upon one of the most misunderstood and over judged genres in musical history; Metal.
I listened to everything. Doom Metal, Heavy Metal, Viking, Pirate, Black, Gothic, Metalcore, Death, Alternative, Avant-garde, Sludge, Speed, Symphonic, Progressive, Power,Glam, Blackened Death Metal, Thrash Metal and many more.
From bands like Opeth, PoisonBlack, Cannibal Corpse, Amon Amarth, Slipknot, Metallica and numerous other bands.
I skipped through them not understanding the pure musical gold that I had stumbled upon. Metal was new to me, it brought out an appreciation that I never shared with any other genre. It had meaning, a type of meaning that spoke to my soul and soothed the storms within me that I had no idea brewed there.
But this story begins before I discovered Metal, before I called myself a Metalhead and was just your normal teenage girl.
I guess you could say it all started when the annual Metal Music Mayhem festival came to my small town and turned my life backwards, side ways and finally ride side up.
So let me take you back to where it all began...