Two months a half ago, I began this series with a reflection on how odd I considered it that I used to categorize myself as a musician. Looking back, though, I now consider that statement to be truly odd. When has there ever been a point in my life when music wasn’t a profound influence on me? When have I ever not wanted to play an instrument? Being an artist doesn’t necessitate that you’re good at whatever you do. It just means that you’re passionate about it.
By that metric, I’ve always been a musician. From the day I was born, regardless of whatever genre I identified with, be it pop, hard rock, nu metal, heavy metal, symphonic metal, and now power metal. Music has always been a significant and irreplaceable part of my life, be it listening to it or playing it.