TrevorJamesAnderson

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MY NEW BAND. working double duty with the YIA and the big "A"
Anderson is the pet project of YOUTHINASIA lead guitarist Trevor James Anderson. With the band’s namesake on lead vocals and guitar, the group also features bassist/vocalist Callum Moffatt, as well as drummer Ryan Bray, both from local pop punk band Saturday Night Heroes. Possessing over 25 years of combined musical knowledge the guys deliver a truly sincere and touching performance that connects and vindicates the human spirit. The songs rely on a back to basics approach. Where the foundation is simplicity and where less is more, the attention is focussed on personal lyrics, brought to life through infections melodies, often climaxing in sings along choruses and huge endings. Universal themes like love, loss, hope and despair forge a genuine connection with listeners and imprints the heart and soul. While committed to their roles in YOUTHIANSIA and SATURDAY NIGHT HEROES, Anderson has ambitious plans scheduled around their existing responsibilities. Enlisting up and coming producer Brad Moore of St. Catherines, the guys hit the studio this fall to cut their debut full-length album. The record is slated for a spring/summer release next year and the band has already found a home on Rawk Records. A subdivision of Toronto/Brantford's Dick Rawk Records, the label has ensured national distribution for the album, making it available in stores. Regional specific touring as well as radio and video promotion is being planned around this highly anticipated release.
Catch Anderson live Thursday July 27th @ The Ford Plant (King and Colborne), with headliners from Calgary, KIROS and London’s SHOT GUN RULES. Also on the bill are locals Avadence, Teeter and End of April. Show starts at 7pm sharp and is $10 and all ages. Also see Anderson acoustic at 2 doors down, free every Monday night @ 9pm with Mr. Bidet, featuring YIA’s drummer, “Banger” on guitar.
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LONG VERSION
TREVOR JAMES ANDERSON.Okay, so picture this… You’re 3 years old. The year is 1985. You’ve just gone to the movie theatre with your mom and dad and your infantile mind has just been smashed to pieces by the awesomeness that is Steven Speilburgs “BACK TO THE FUTURE”. A few months later the greatest gift of your young life is bestowed on you; a VHS copy of “Back to the Future”. You proceed to watch the movie relentlessly driving your parents insane. Nearing the end of the movie there is a scene of a band playing at a highschool dance, that needs a replacement guitarist. The lead character Marty McFly, played by Canadian Micheal J. Foxs, steps up to the challenge and rips an amazing cover of Chuck Berry’s “Johnny B. Goode”. You anticipate the scene and prior to it, you run to the garage and grab a wooden tennis racket. You furiously air-guitar on the racket sliding on the kitchen floor, jumping off the coach and shout at the top of your three year old lungs. Little do you know that this could possibly be one of the most formative events in your life. A few years pass and you still watch the movie just not as frequently. You might watch it after an afternoon of building a skateboard ramp with your neighbourhood friends You don’t actually maneouver on the ramp. You merely ride up to the jump and then launch your old-school decks off of it since you’re too chicken-shit to actually attempt hitting the impossibly large quarter pipe you’ve constructed. You become desensitized to the movie like the vast amounts of drugs that you’ll eventually experiment with during your teenage years.You become enrolled at James Hillier Public school where you meet most of the close friends you still have today. At school you’re that rambunctious little shit disturber that will do anything for attention. You’re labelled weird and funny and you are well received by your peers. You’re parents are professionals. You’re dad is a mechanical engineer and your mother an actuary (look it up). They try to maintain a steady 9 to 5 but are always stuck late at the office due to the nature of their work. Your babysitters are only so observant and in retaliation to the healthy diet your parents have kept you on thus far, you become over indulgent on junk food. Regularly you sneak whole handfuls of marshmallows, cookies, chocolate chips, you name it, and wash it down with an old school glass 1 litre bottle of cola. Sometime after 5 the parents get home and sit you down to a huge meal that you wolf down regardless of how stuffed you already are, all because you’re allowed a bowl of ice cream for dessert if you finish the main course.All those calories do a number on you, especially when you’re disinterested in sports and enjoy watching TV from the second you get home from school to the second you go to bed. In total about 6 straight hours, minus an hour at six o’clock when star trek is the only thing on and that fucking blows. So basically now you’re the weird kid AND fat kid and will remain that way until thinning out in the ninth grade.Around the age of 10, you along with the help of your best friend discover your parents record collection. You start making mixed tapes recorded off of the turntable and spend hours headbanging to Led Zepelin’s “Black Dog”. “The Needle and the Damage done” by fellow Canadian Neil Young is amoungst your favorites, as well as a multitude of songs by bands and artists such as, The Doors and The Beatles. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” album is also in the collection. and in private, his song “Billie Jean”, is regularity lip-synched to, followed by a mean air-guitar session to Eddie Van Halen’s guest solo on “Beat it”.A year or so later you’re hanging out with your older cousin listening to one of her mixed tapes. Some mediocre song by Depeche Mode finishes. The next track kicks in and you stop. You turn it up. You’re completely blow away. It is of course the first time you’ve ever heard Nirvana and the exorcism that Kurt Cobain barks at the end of “Rape Me” is more than enough to scramble the circuits of your 11 year old brain. Nirvana’s Incesticide album is the first album you buy on the then emerging “CD” format. You start wearing plaid and ripping holes in your jeans. You gradually find more artists in the alternative rock and grunge genre. You fight with your neighbourhood friend over what to play next. Your vote for Rage Against the Machine’s self titled is countered with Warren G’s Regulator (which to this day you can still recite parts from). A Charlie Horse competition ensues after which you’re both left black and blue and songs from both albums are played.The knock out punch happens in grade 8. Dave Rigglesford who is a year older and has left you at James Hillier for high school, stops by your house. Dave says “I have a band for you to listen…check this out…they’re called NOFX! He throws Punk in Drublic into the stereo and cranks up the tune, “Don’t call Me White”. You never ever heard music this fast….this intense. You get shivers down your spine and from that moment on you unwittingly hand your life over to music. For the next 5 years all you wear is ripped up band t-shirt safety pinned together, baggy cargo shorts are a must along with an assortment of strategically places chains and metallic studs. You’re hair is spiked and bleached and mohawked and multi-colored. You party a lot, do drugs everyday, have sex and pretty much everything else a healthy teenage boy does.Through all of this you somehow manage to keep up with school and surprisingly do very well. After a hellacious last year schedule of calculus, physics, chemistry, biology, algebra and geometry and English, you are accepted to a number of top rated universities for various programs in science.This is all about 5 years ago now. At the same time that all this university business was going on I was having a great time playing in YOUTHINASIA. I had a decision to make. Do I go to school? get a degree?, a well paying job?, buy a house, a car, start a family? etc. etc. or do roll the dice with this no-nothing punk rock band……hmmmmmm? Now keep in mind this is before we had accomplished anything. This was before we had put out any albums, let alone had them in stores internationally, we hadn’t toured anywhere, we hadn’t played Warped Tour, we basically hadn’t done fuck-all. My friends of course wanted me to pursue music. Every adult I talked to about it was like “You need a backup plan”, “Don’t waste your time” blah blah blah… I finally made a decision after my boss asked me what my plans were for after graduation. I told him the scenario and without hesitation he says to me, “Trevor. Go with the band. You only have one chance to be cool. You can’t be cool when you’re 40 years old with a wife, two kids and a mortgage payment”. I said “Tim, you’re absolutely right”! With that said I threw away higher Education and any chance of becoming a half decent member of society, in favour of a life of uncertainty and recklessness.Now fast-forward to the present. I may not have much worth more now than I did when I made that leap of faith five years ago, but my success isn’t measured in dollars and cents. What I’ve gained is experience and the overflowing personal satisfaction that I’ve been apart of the creation of something great. In the last 5 years the things I’ve learned could never be taught in a class room and all the great times and moments I’ve had could fill a campus. My parents always said “Trevor, find something you love and make it your career”, and trust me, I’m trying and we’re getting closer day by day, on our own efforts and on our own dollar.Now chances are you have more cash in your wallet right now then I might ever earn playing music, but the chances are also good that I’m having way more fun than you too.Who would have thought that playing air guitar at the age of three would lead to this?-Trev
SHORT VERSION
Hi, Im Trev.My passion is playing lead guitar in the punk rock band YOUTHINASIA.I write music, I book tours, I make websites and I do graphic design.I co-own/operate Dick Rawk Records.After a 14 year hiatus i've started playing piano again...I've started modest audio engineering/producing.Side project in the works. maybe a song will be posted in a year or two...maybe not.I like playing/going to shows. I like working hard. I like partying hard. I like feeling accomplished. I like connecting with new people. I like travelling I like my life.
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MSC the movie- featuring YOUTHINASIA's song "Pro Rummy"
Okay so i just watched MSC the Movie, a film by Welland Local Peter Guzda. The film features songs from some killer local bands including YOUTHINASIA's "Pro Rummy". All i have to say is that these guys are wild! The film is comprised of outrageous jackass type stunts including a scene where Mr. Guzda staple guns his scrotum to his leg, pours burning antiseptic on this nuts, followed by flammable cologne and then lights them on fire..only to be extinguished by a swift kick to the family jewels...click the banner below to be directed to his myspace account!!!