I'm Siofra Abigail Strong. 22. If you’re wondering how to say Siofra, it’s (shee-fra). Anyway, it’s an old Irish word meaning changeling, or elf, or a faerie child that was left in place of a human child stolen by the faeries. I don’t know about all that. I love the outdoors and cookies, but I’m kinda tall for an elf… then there’s the ears thing.
If you can’t pronounce any of those names, call me Stormie. My Mom called me that while she was pregnant. I was always kicking and turning in the womb; her little storm. She figured I had a lot of things to do in this world and I couldn’t wait to get out.
Let’s see… I’m a country girl. I’m from a little place outside of Behrens, New York. Never heard of it? Don’t worry, no one has.
I grew up on a chicken farm that my Dad won in a tree stump pulling contest (Go, Dad!). Sounds unreal, I know, but he’s crazy strong. We come from a line of strongmen that used to be in the circus. Before that, my ancestors built railroad tracks when they arrived from Ireland. Before that, I don’t know… elves? Back to my point. He’s strong. So am I. Not like, throw-cars-around strong, but you should see me lift. I like making people do double takes at the gym.
On the farm slinging feed around, I sang to keep from going crazy from all the noise. I think the chickens liked it. When I was 16, a family friend who worked at a radio station asked me to do a jingle for him. Terry’s Tractor Barn. I LOVED IT! The best part was they kept asking me to do more. I think at one point I had more stuff on the air than the bands. When my Dad got me a guitar, I started hammering out songs. Eventually the people at the station let my stuff on air and pow! This one song, “Into the Clouds” got me noticed, and signed, and I’ve been going non-stop ever since. Records, a couple movies, perfume, I… sometimes I can’t believe it’s real.
Even though it’s been a rush, I want to keep pushing. So I decided to change gears with my music. I like country because, well, write what you know. But I’ve always liked a more energetic sound, like rock. So I chopped up my hair, found a home in the New York and started cranking up my amp. A year-ish or two later, Chrysalis was ready. And now I’m ready to spread my wings on tour. I hope all of you decide to come with me on this ride.