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Dancing electronic violinist Lindsey Stirling shares her unconventional journey in an inspiring memoir filled with the energy, persistence, and humor that have helped her successfully pursue a passion outside the box.
A classically trained musician gone rogue, Lindsey Stirling is the epitome of independent, millennial-defined success: after being voted off the set of America’s Got Talent, she went on to amass more than ten million social media fans, record two full-length albums, release multiple hits with billions of YouTube views, and to tour sold-out venues across the world.
Lindsey is not afraid to be herself. In fact, it’s her confidence and individuality that have propelled her into the spotlight. But the road hasn’t been easy. After being rejected by talent scouts, music reps, and eventually on national television, Lindsey forged her own path, step by step. Detailing every trial and triumph she has faced until now, Lindsey shares stories of her humble yet charmed childhood, humorous adolescence, life as a struggling musician, personal struggles with anorexia, and finally, success as a world-class entertainer. Lindsey’s magnetizing story—at once remarkable and universal—is a testimony that there is no singular recipe for success, and despite what people may say, sometimes it’s okay to be The Only Pirate at the Party.
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About the Author
Lindsey Stirling is an acclaimed electronic violinist, who has over 7 million YouTube subscribers, and 11 billion views on her YouTube channel. She has enjoyed Billboard chart-topping hits and sold out tours worldwide, all without the backing of a label. To date, she has released two studio albums: her 2013 self-titled debut and the smash 2014 follow up, Shatter Me. The latter debuted at #2 on the Billboard 200 and won her a Billboard Music Award for “Top Dance/Electronic Album.” On stage, Lindsey combines the infectious energy of dance, electronica, and modern classical music with ballet-inspired dance moves. In her spare time, Lindsey is a motivational speaker, and she uses her own story to help others build confidence, hope, and passion.
Brooke S. Passey is a writer, a horseback riding instructor, and the co-author of this book. She is also a member of her local book club, The Muumuu Society, where women of all ages gather in support of literature and muumuu sales. Brooke currently lives in Arizona with her husband, several horses, and a puggle with an embarrassing underbite.
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The Only Pirate at the Party IN CURLS
As a child, I had a big head, a tiny voice, and a total disregard for social cues. All young kids are oblivious at first—public tantrums and soiling one’s pants are somehow okay in infancy—but eventually most children start noticing and mimicking cultural norms. I, on the other hand, managed to glide through childhood without perceiving (or perhaps caring about) these “accepted behaviors.” To be clear, my mother tells me I stopped pooping my pants at a very early age, but she also told me not to use any form of the word poop in my book. Anyway, I just never seemed to care much about what other people were doing.
I was a natural-born drama queen, and my kindergarten classroom set the stage for one of my earliest impromptu performances. One morning as I was getting dressed for school I found myself digging through boxes of dress-up clothes instead of my dresser. And to think, all this time I’d been limiting the use of costumes to playdates and Halloween—what a waste!
Minutes later, I emerged from my room wearing a kimono, red sequined shoes, a single glove, and a curly brown wig. Had the wig been red I would have been overjoyed—Little Orphan Annie was one of my first idols—but this wig would do. It had short, uneven ringlets, and if I shifted my weight just so, I could make the frizzy curls dance around my face. The cute outfit my mother had purchased for the first day of school lay in a heap on my bedroom floor. When I announced to her that I was ready for school, she took one bemused look at me and did what any good mother would do—she handed me my lunch and drove me to Jefferson Elementary.
When I arrived, my class was already gathered for Circle Time, reading quietly on the opposite side of the room. To draw their attention I walked through the door, spread my arms wide, and struck the most dramatic pose I could think of. “Tada!” I said in a mouse-like voice as I hopped from one spindly leg to the other. The class erupted into giggles, and I felt like a champion. Mrs. Fowler wasted no time in sending for the principal—but only so she could showcase her slightly odd student.
Despite my larger-than-life theatrics, I was always quite small for my age. In the first grade, I compensated by becoming best friends with two giants named Krista and Naomi. Maybe their tall-girl instincts told them I needed looking after, or maybe I subconsciously gravitated to their protective body types; either way, we made a wicked team.
Here we are on a field trip to the petting zoo, Krista and Naomi mean muggin’ the camera in my defense.
On second thought, maybe it was our mutual love for saggy denim that brought us together.
Krista and Naomi’s parents were also best friends, so they were constantly doing things together outside of school. After a few months of playing with them at recess, the girls brought me into their inner circle of friendship by inviting me to Knott’s Berry Farm. When Naomi asked me if I wanted to go with her I was speechless. Going to Knott’s Berry Farm was considered a full-fledged vacation for my family. Apparently, to hers it was an average weekend activity, one to which she could invite friends no less!
When Naomi’s mom called that night I could hear my mom in the next room.
“Hi Clair, I was just thinking we needed to invite Naomi over again soon.”
There was a pause.
“Oh, are you sure? Okay.” My mom continued, “Thank you, she is going to be so excited.”
And just like that it was settled.
On the morning of our outing I slipped into my best saggy jeans and waited anxiously for my ride by the front door. As I sat looking out the window my mom watched from the kitchen.
“Lindsey, are you excited to go to Knott’s Berry Farm?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said smiling, eagerly looking for Naomi’s red SUV.
“I want you to tell me about all the rides when you get back. Maybe another time we’ll go together.”
“Okay,” I replied, my focus unwavering.
My mom, like most, wanted to give her kids everything and more. But she was also the kind of mom who never spent money she didn’t have. If we ran out of milk before the end of the month, we ate Cream of Wheat instead of cereal; and when we ate a lot of Cream of Wheat, we didn’t go places like the local Blockbuster, let alone Knott’s Berry Farm.
“Hey Lindsey, look at me for a second.”
Reluctantly, I turned toward my mom. She was smiling gently.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yep,” I said quickly, but I was immediately distracted by the slow crunch of tires pulling into the driveway.
“She’s here!” I screamed, jumping up and running for the door.
“All right, have fun!” she yelled back, scrubbing a pan in the sink.
Soon after arriving at the amusement park, we realized I wasn’t tall enough for the most exciting rides. I frequently got left behind with Naomi’s younger brother, Troy. At first I was disappointed—how was I going to tell my mom about the rides if I couldn’t even get on them? But eventually Naomi’s mom started buying Troy and me special treats to keep us occupied. All I had to do was look at something for longer than six seconds and she would offer to buy it: cotton candy, churros, frozen lemonade, fry bread, and endless turns at the ring toss booth. The wonders of concession stand food were new to me. Usually, when we went out, my mom packed sandwiches that became soggy in her purse by lunchtime. Naomi’s mom had obviously forgotten to make lunches, which was okay, since she seemed to have an endless supply of five-dollar bills to fill their place.
At one point, Naomi’s mom suggested that the girls go on a smaller ride with Troy and me. Naomi looked back and forth between her mother and Krista before she replied, “But those rides are boring.” I waited for Naomi’s mom to pull her daughter aside to have a chat about being polite and, I don’t know, a good friend. Instead, she handed me another five-dollar bill and let the girls go on their way.
Before long I was stuffed, but the more I ate, the more I wanted. There was no telling when I would get another opportunity to have so much processed food and sugar, or win such ugly (but giant!) stuffed animals again. So I kept looking, and eating, and playing the ring toss. When I returned home at the end of the day I felt sick. But I was delighted by the hideous stuffed lizard under my arm. So what if I’d spent the entire day with a four-year-old boy?
Over time Krista and Naomi introduced me to other things: the Miss America Pageant, eating at restaurants for no particular reason, and the idea of getting paid for doing chores. They called that one “allowance,” and they were both shocked to hear I had never received one.
“What do you mean you don’t get paid to clean your room?”
I was also surprised to find out that a different tooth fairy visits rich people. One time Naomi received five dollars for a front tooth. One tooth! It wasn’t even that big. In fact, Naomi had tiny teeth—the kind of teeth that barely reached the cob when she ate corn. I, on the other hand, had beaver cleavers, and I was certain they were going to work in my favor. The next time I lost a tooth I asked Naomi if she would put it under her pillow, which she did, and I eagerly awaited my grand prize. Her fairy was going to be so impressed. The next day she returned with the tooth but no cash. Her fairy didn’t buy it. Disappointed, I put it under my pillow and awoke the next morning to find two shiny quarters in its place. I imagined my little fairy carrying those quarters through the night, one under each arm (which would have been much harder to fly with than a five-dollar bill), and I was grateful for her extra effort—even if the amount of money was a letdown. At breakfast that morning my mom handed me a bowl of Cream of Wheat and sat down at the table.
“So, did the tooth fairy come last night?” she asked.
I considered telling her about Naomi’s five dollars, but I was worried she might call the Tooth Fairy Office to complain, and what if my fairy got fired? I kept it to myself and answered, “Yes, I got two quarters.”
“Two whole quarters? That must have been one big tooth!”
Tell that to Naomi’s fairy, I thought. But the more I thought about it, the more I appreciated my fairy’s quarters. She wasn’t the richest, obviously, but she was definitely one of the strongest. I liked my little fairy, she did good.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Excellent book. This girl is funny, inspiring and a total role model for kids and adults. Who said.fame and fortune cant be achieved without changing.who a person is.?...This.book is a great example of a person who stuck to their values and beliefs and believed in herself . She is a rare gem in the entertainment world while maintaining a down to earth attitude. Read this book and be an instant fan. AAAAA+++++
Lindsey Stirling is so amazing! I loved reading this book because I got to learn a little more about her and learning from her experiences... both good and bad. She has been my musical role model ever since my friend introduced her to me.
Lindsey Stirling's book, The Only Pirate At The Party, had me engrossed right from the start. Her voice really shines through and helps you get to know the genuine, talented person behind the violin riffs and sweet dance moves. She starts from her not-the-richest, but fantastic childhood and goes all the way to the present with her sold-out shows and after-tour blues (and everything in between). She opens up about some of her deepest struggles, her faith, friends, family, and drive to realize her goals along with constant self-improvement. She has an amazingly clean sense of humor, which is a huge breath of fresh air. Even if you don't usually enjoy biographies or autobiographies, you will enjoy this one if you're a musician, a fan of Lindsey, or interested in what she's doing. As a young entrepreneur in a different industry with morals and standards, I really appreciated her honesty, the ups without hiding the downs, and her insights that were tastefully written. She doesn't write from a place of "arrival", but a realization that there is always more to reach while staying humble, faithful, true to yourself, and a blessing to other people. Well done, Lindsey; people like you definitely make the world a better place.
Lindsey is the best.
I must start out by saying thank you to Miss Lindsey Stirling! I have had three wonderful opportunities to see Lindsey and it has been a blessing that I never imagined I'd even have the chance to do so. Thank you Lindsey! The Only Pirate At The Party is amazing! I loved it so much. It is not so much about her "success" but is much more of her story and of who she is as a person and also as a daughter of God. Lindsey is quirky, unique, so sweet, and very humble. I also was able to connect with her very much through this book. I can relate to her. Maybe not so much on the performing/touring dancing violinists' lifestyle but personally, and to her values. Lindsey is such a wonderful little human bean, and is a personal most favorite artist and special role model of mine. (It is even because of Lindsey that I have started my journey with the violin, and I love every step of it). The side effects from reading The Only Pirate At The Party are: laughter, smiles, a brighter day, a different perspective, hope, inspiration, and encouragement. Why not?! I have absolutely loved reading this book and I hope you will as well. You might be a little crazy no to though, just sayin'. And that's okay too. Thank you Lindsey Stirling!!
This book was just amazing overall, hands down (and Im not just saying this because Im a big Lindsey Stirling fan in general, I mean I totally am, but thats not why I loved this book; more like only a small part of why I loved this book to be more exact) I also should mention this is the first memoir Ive ever read as well. Brooke does an amazing job with her writing skills and making everything run smoothly from chapter to chapter. She knows her subject (Lindsey aka her sister) very well, so well the whole time I was reading I picture it in exactly Lindsey voice as I was reading it ^_^ I love Brooke's use of humor and seriousness throughout each part of the book because it kept making me want more. This book makes you laugh and cry all in one, and to me thats the best kind of book/author to read and have. Each section of the book was amazing as it gave me a closer look into the side of Lindsey's life we don't get to see on a daily basis, from building self confidence to family dramas, and friendship this book covers it all. I loved seeing this side of Lindsey and learning more about her then I ever did before. My favorite parts were the toughest parts when she shared about her family life, her eating disorder, and self confidence issues overall. Throughout these parts I wanted to just give Lindsey a big hug, and at the same time feel inspired by her struggles as well. Reading this book has made me gain more respect for Lindsey not only as a person but as a true artist as well. I use to consider Lindsey my hero and role model for life, and this book just makes those feelings even more true for me. The only part I truly disliked is I need/want more. I wish the book turned out to be 500 pages instead of 200 plus pages. Some of the topics I would have liked them to have gone more in depth with but I understand the reasons they may have kept some stuff out. I really hope her and Brooke will continue to write more in the future as they make the perfect writing duo together. 5 million out of 5 million stars for this one! You will not be disappointed. A total must read for any hard core Lindsey/Brooke fan out there, and also for those haters out there too. This girl is amazing, and like the old saying goes, never judge a book by its cover. Lindsey is a great person inside and out. Her book only proves that to you more and more as you dive deeper into each chapter of this amazing book. I loved it to pieces and pieces :D
If it were possible, I would give this 10 STARS! I have read quite a few books, and many biographies, but this is draws you in like no other book I have read to date. Brooke conveys Lindsey's quirk and individuality masterfully. Run, do not walk, to your nearest bookstore an grab this book! NO! do not order it online, you do not want to wait that long. This is the story of a normal girl from Provo, Utah overcoming odds against public and her own personal opinion to become not only a huge success online with over a billion views, but also one of the most enduring and greatest moral role models of our time. This book takes you deep into Lindsey's world and on a journey you will not soon forget as you laugh out loud and ball up crying. To watch her videos is one thing, to see her perform is an experience, but to ride along on her journey is an entire thing altogether. She stands as a unique and uncompromising artist, performer, director, businesswoman, and now author. What an excellent read!
I played the violin for 4 years as a fan of Lindsey and would do anything to see her perform,I've seen her videos and got one of her play along books for Christmas and after I found this book and more, I shouted for joy and I'm dieing to read them.
Temporarily out of stock online??? Ou my god. When it will be there again?
Im so excited for this book to come out I cannot wait!!!!!!!!!<3 lindsey!!