Tryx was formed in 1985 when the top country and western act Westbound was nearing its end. Musical differences and of course time had taken its toll and several members felt it better to disband rather than kill each other if we carried on. It was a very sad time but Westbound had became a bit of a dinosoar. Great musically but the public now wanted more. Disco was firmly in and it was time to don the Trivolta wig and boogie.

THE CONCEPTION                                                                          

 2 new guitarists were found and away we went ( not ). Frank the drummer was sound, some would say tight but not me. Ron the bass player was sound, some would say unreliable but not me. Then there was Mark. Oh yes Mark. Every practice was a revelation. Colds, overlong finger nails, upset stomach, flu, more upset stomach. If you could get it , Mark had it. Usually one at a time but sometimes the lot. It seems he also suffered with I.W.S. Known in the business as Irritable Wife Syndrome. We never actually met her but we never actually met Hitler to know he was a bit of a tyrant. The music was good but we never actually gigged.

       Mark left, then Ron left to pursue other ventures ( never to be seen again ) and we were joined by Nick on bass and  Mr. Johnny Guitar Oswin known to his mates as Ginge. and probably one of the finest guitarists in Britain, Lady Luck never smiled on this hapless fellow but could he play. Well actually no. Something always spoiled the big moment. If it could happen to anybody, it happened to John. Broken strings, leads, amps, straps, the lot. A man who's voice never actually broke till he was in his twenties, but he gave us something we never had before. What, you ask and we never found out our selves either but he insisted it was something special. Exit Frank the drummer due to work and enter Nick's cousin Rob. One month and Bye Rob. Nice guy and a good drummer but.....We never did find out why he left. Enter Gig the drummer. This was his nickname but we all called him Frank. What a great drummer. One month later and due to musical differences( This great young drummer was stuck in the 60's and would he move?) he left us to form several good rock bands and become an electrician.  

 THE FINAL STRAW

A drummer by the name of Kevin auditioned. Steady, reliable, hardworking and probably the tightest man in the universe, but we had a band and we worked. We worked a lot and gained a great reputation. But money, as usual was a problem. Lack of trust and a lack of commitment began to show itself. It became hard work. Nick was a rock. Always there to help. Always dependable. So honest and straight. John was suffering his yearly menopause and Kev? Well Kev was just Kev. At the very conception  of the band was a young lady who really helped me with almost everything. She lugged like a bloke and swore like a bloke and now she liked to fight John on a regular basis. Just a bit of tension, but she was great on a sound mixer and gave us great sound and gave me the will to carry on. She earned next to nowt but to one or two of the others, it meant an extra quid each if we sacked her. But who would help me then? Nick of course but she had become more than just a friend. She was beautiful and could she sing. No, is the word that springs to mind but a band meeting was called and a vote was held. Marie was in or out. 2-2 a draw . "Well if she stays we're off " came the reply. "You can't do without us" Well, lads we did, and very well thank you.

TRYX the trio.

Roland was brought in to provide drums and extra sounds. Marie did her mixing from the stage and started her apprenticeship in stagecraft armed with only a short skirt and a tambourine. People didn't seem to hear her but they noticed those legs and they didn't care. The music was good and at the first club ( GEC WILLENS) they were up dancing straight away. We had done it! We have always entertained well and this is why we have been so popular. We had many good years together but Nick was then offered the chance to work in France. He was packing in. We were distraught. He was our best friend. We were together all the time. The New Years Eve at the Wyken was to be his last night.

MR. MIGRAINE

He had been with us for a couple of years helping since he was 15. A good lad. "Would you like to come on stage with us when Nick leaves." I knew the answer to that one. Here was a quiet lad. He could play keyboards, he could play drums, he could even sing a bit but, more importantly, he enjoyed himself on stage. Always laughing and never a bad word. Too good to be true? Yes I guess so. But for the next 8 years we had some fun and didn't he come out of his shell. All things come to an end and when he wanted to become a DJ we could only wish him good luck. Just a couple of appearances with us on the holiday camps makes me remember the good times we had. Thanks Scotty and always a friend.

TRYX the duo

Well, here we are, the year 2001,the final line up and the one you will see working now. Marie is now an excellent vocalist. 2 children on and she still looks great. And those legs. Me, well I do my best and I guess I don't act much like my years.( 38 ) The stage is still a great buzz for me but oh, how things have changed. The clubs struggle to survive and I can only hope they see me out. By the way, for the doubters, I don't mime, I'm just a bloody good guitarist.

NOTE:    Nick remains my best mate and  God father to our 2 girls and works with us when we need a trio. Scotty comes around occasionally and there will always be a job for him. Johnny Oswin is probably the best guitar teacher in Britain and a good friend. The others? I don't know.

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