It's All About The Music 
So who the heck is Trinity Lost, anyway???

That's a good question...why the h-e-double hockey stick does it matter what I have to say about all these people...what do I know? It's a fair question...and really, the answer is "IT DOESN'T". I'm not going to sit here and tell you how I went through ten years of college to get my journalism degree (because I didn't), I'm not going to pretend that I'm some super famous entity (because I'm not), and I won't tell you that I know everything there is about every genre of music in the world, (BECAUSE I DON'T). But.... I will tell you that I'm a fan...much like you, perhaps, that decided many years ago that the "system" was a little...messed up, to say the least. I watched as a young child, my father going through all the little hoops that they would lead him to, and I witnessed how hard it was just to get on the radio. I couldn't figure it out.. I always loved his songs, and I would see people on the Tonight Show, or Late Night...SNL...that just weren't as great as my daddy. There would be some that we're awesome of course, but there was always a large group of obvious puppets of the industry, and we're suppose to play along like it's great music. I once told him that when I grew up, that I wanted to have something like my own talent agency, because I could picture myself kicking back with headphones on with a stack of handwritten cassette tapes, and I wanted to be the one that finds the real music. 

My father also had a television show on CCTV for years. It was a little public access station out of Olympia, WA. I grew up watching everything happening behind the scenes. He always found the dopest musicians and artists of all walks. He'd interview them as I stared from either the cutting room, where I learned how to direct...or  in the audio control room listening with these thick- padded headphones that were eight sizes too big for my head,  or squinting through the viewfinder of the gigantic cameras that I learned how to operate. Heck, I was even on a few episodes myself!  The experience of it all was amazing to me. I'd have to say, it was probably the best thing that happened in my childhood.  

I messed with a few other things, like writing for my school paper, photography, stage lighting and sound for plays, I'd rent cameras from my library and film local bands and talent fact,I'm's just that I never (til this moment) realized how much this job was already in my blood before agreeing to be a part of it all. Thinking back to just writing for that paper in elementary school made me realize how much I really dug why not, here's a shoutout to Mr. Hensley of Washington Elementary for allowing me to be a part of that. Ha! (Yeah, I get side-tracked sometimes...) ANYWAY- You get the point...basically, these are the interests that sort of paved a way to the road I'm currently on.

Now...even though those things brought me joy, there's one factor that is missing here...the MUSIC.  I'm pretty sure that  giving you a list of my favorites will do you no good, simply because there are far too many. My crib lullabies were 60's-70's classic rock songs that were played on an old Martin guitar above me. Each family member brought to me a different genre. Each child in school introduced me to something from their family's eclectic library. I also played clarinet for seven years in band...yes...I wore a polyester suit and nutcracker hat with a plume and a cumberbun..which all seemed ridiculous at the time..but coming away from it, I realized that all my fellow band geeks were some of the coolest people I ever knew and I'm glad I got to share those humiliating moments with them.
 I sang in a couple church and school choirs, took guitar...played every instrument that I could get my hands on, and there was never a day that I didn't press play on whatever device was available during those decades, to drown out all my worries and sing away my pains. Music wasn't just noise to me. It was the vibrations of life speaking through our souls. More and more throughout my years, I sought out like-minded crowds. Back in my teenage era, everyone seemed so far apart, I was confused. Punks only ska'd with other punks, rockers bashed their bodies together into a bloody mess, the cowboys all sang country tunes on the back of their trucks and line-danced around bonfires while drinking watered down beers..members of different groups would pass each other and become instant assholes..It just didn't seem right. I never could fit in with any one group, because not only did I love all music, but I couldn't be a part of anything that would say that their way was the only way..(Much like why I am not bound to any religion). I was an outsider to all genres, that was accepted by all, but refused to be any ONE thing. My brain doesn't accept limits. Fortunately, I was eventually able to find more folk like myself who were in the same frame of mind, and after awhile, it started to become apparent that times were actually evolving, and (most) people aren't as ignorant as to keep groups in one box anymore. Music is changing. Genre's are merging. The true artists are starting to get noticed, thanks to Youtube and social networking. The world is starting to take over their freedom of music choice. No longer do we rely on what the music industry decides to hand out. No longer do we have to suffer through "artists" that don't write a lick of their lyrics...okay, well, it's all still out there, but we have the option to opt out. 

My goal here is to bring to you high quality artists that have a true deep passion and connection with the music. I've found a lot of "Old Souls" you could say. I don't care about flashy gimmicks, and I absolutely HATE money, so I tend to avoid anyone who has that as their only m.o. In my experience, the ones who are saying they're the best of the best, usually are the worst. If your only success is seeing your reflection in your Benz, then you might need to rethink a couple things. It shows how desperate they are to be famous, and to me, that is a serious shame. I believe that a true artist is one who is humble. Pride is a nasty trait when it is abused. 

Despite my personal views on money-hungry fools, my reviews are not critical of any artist. is a positive environment. I refuse to be that person who gripes about someone else's sound and tells the world how it's like nails on a chalkboard, "don't buy it!"  That's just not me. What I will do though, is bring you great music that is actually worth paying for. Luckily, a lot of these bands give away their music for free! All you have to do is check them out, and if it floats your spagetta boat, then look at've got the option to keep it! It's a beautiful thing, really. For the last few years, I've listened to only independent musicians. My ratty old mp3 player is chock-full of great songs, and not one of them have been corrupted by the diseased hands of the industry.

As an artist, I currently run with my husbands Hip-Hop group, Weapons of Mass Productions. For many years, I have helped the group with late-night recordings, merch and show prep, and recently, I decided to start writing after an almost 4 year hiatus. WOMP has welcomed me as their newest member, and female vocalist/rap artist. Although I am generally shy about my "talents", I have been opening up my shell the most I ever have, and it feels awesome. I have met some amazing lyricists here in the Salem, OR area, such as Kristyle and ThatKidCry. More will be available on them in the future, but for now, you can check them out on the webby webs. For information on Weapons of Mass Productions, please visit If you made it this far, I appreciate it!
Thanks for reading!!


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