TREV DWYER - LEAD GUITAR

Trev’s early life was spent on the roads between Australia’s major cities as he travelled with his family in one of Australia’s least known circuses…. “KIPPLE’S”.

After years of training, at the age of 13, Trev was offered his first chance (as tradition dictated) to understudy his father in his daily jobs. His father only had one task each day and that was being shot out of the cannon and through a burning hoop. Opportunity came in the form of a severely stubbed big toe that prevented Trev’s father from performing…and so Trev got his first chance to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Trev enjoyed his new-found freedom as he soared blissfully over the heads of the circus-goers. He became famous for such mid-air poses as “The Screamer”, “The White-Faced Screamer” and who could forget the classic “ White Faced Screamer with Shit In His Pants”. Yes, life was looking up for Trev but every silver lining has a cloud and for Trev, it was hearing loss. So it was after minutes of hard thinking (it’s always hard for Trev) he had decided the time had come to leave Kipple’s and go out seeking a new career.

Sadly, Trev wandered aimlessly until one night in a bar on Brunswick St, he got his finger stuck in the leg of a bar stool. (Don’t ask how… it’s a long story). Too shy to ask for help until after closing, he was left to mind someone’s guitar while they went off to fetch a hack-saw. Once Trev had been released from the chair (albeit with a bit of chair stuck to his finger) he again waited with the guitar while the hack-saw was returned. It was while he waited that he first met Dave the bass player from “Snapdragon”, who upon seeing him sitting next to a guitar case, with a piece of steel tube stuck on his finger mistook him for a “slide guitarist” and said “Hey bro, wanna come play some slide with these cats I know?”

Immediately, Trev recognised his higher destiny.

Unfortunately he had also taken Dave literally as the cats in “Snapdragon turned out to be normal people…nor was there a dragon.

But nevertheless, now that Trev had seen his destiny he will continue on and will sooner or later be playing slide with a band full of real cats and dogs, screeching and barking and moaning…cor….and maybe even a leprechaun…wow!…

Until that day, trev will just keep picking away with “Snapdragon”, largely unanware of what he’s playing, due to the old “SHOT OUT OF A CANNON, CAN’T HEAR A DAMN THING” syndrome. But secretly plotting to take Dave’s job…cos chicks dig bass…nuff said…