User:Trentonstone

Several years ago I started my journey in the music biz. Although I was playing guitar in a band, I wouldn’t say I was entirely dedicated at this point. Sure it was fun but I had other priorities that came first, party, party and more partying. About two years past and I started to get burnt out on the night life. I figured since I had been living the rock stars life maybe I should work towards becoming an actual musician. Thus starting the lonely days and nights in my house with a couple of instruments and no musical direction. A few days into my new music future I broke out my credit card, went to guitar center and put myself into debt with new instruments and recording gear. The best I could afford was considered mediocre equipment to record with. Amazingly it did the trick! The first time I sat down nothing good came of it. Over The next month only two song ideas hit me. I immediately recorded the instruments and plugged in a mic for the vocals. Mind you that till this day I had never had a mic in front of me, let alone tried to sing anything. Hell I would get embossed just singing to myself! So I turned that mic on and went for it. I couldn’t believe my ears; it sucked even worse than I had imagined it. So I practiced my butt off and surprisingly started to get a voice. For years I only played instruments and never imagined I would be the front man in a band. Even today when I receive compliments on my voice or songs it is hard to believe. It was six long months before I had nine songs together. I polished the tunes up and burnt them on some cheep CD-Rs, hit the streets, businesses, radio stations and even went door to door in some neighborhoods to spread the word. I advertised in local papers for musicians and passed out flyers at every concert or music gathering I attended. Just around three months of pavement pounding work things started to pay off. Some local businesses begun to play my music, a few radio stations picked it up and musicians were calling me. I decided it was time to get the band in my head out on the streets. It didn’t take long before the members were picked and the band was on the road. We started in our home town and moved out towards L.A. Playing every single club and bar we could get our hands on. The band went on for a few more years creating a name and place in the ranks of unsigned bands. Hellish Hounds was the name of the group and the start of my musical career. In October of 07, the band fell apart. Each member went separate ways and began there own musical journey. I took a few months to gather my self and decide what I was going to do. After all it had been Hellish Hounds that I relied on for my big break and it was years that we had played together. This was a big change but it was a change I believe I needed. From the wreckage of Hellish Hounds crawled my alter ego, Trenton Stone! Today I am working towards what I like to think of is the highest musical platform I have ever been. With my old music it was all about fast, furious and overloaded. Now I am more relaxed with a sound more have come to love. I tend to write pieces that entice your emotions in a positive way rather than bringing out the rage. This journey has just begun, so I invite you to join me in the exploration of Trenton Stone and my true calling.

A little bit about me.

Although I revolve my entire life around music now, it wasn't always this way. I started out in the most typical scenario for life, NO CLUE! This might sound familiar to most of you. I had some good ideas and the plans. I just never followed through with them. I found myself forcing things that I just didn't want to do. I wanted to find a release for my frustration, so I found art, I created some beautiful pieces and some great cartoon ideas. I went on to sell some oil, logos, graphics and tattoos. However, things got rough and family problems fell into play. Friends pulled me in the wrong direction. Relationships fell apart and my mentors threw discouraging comments my way. Eventually I gave up on my art dream. My self-confidence was shot and the downward spiral began. I put myself into the worst situations I possibly could. You know that old saying, “If you lay down with dogs, you’ll get up with fleas.” That's true! The company I kept wasn't giving me the inspiration or moral support I needed. I did things with and to my friends I never though I was capable of. Soon I found myself in the hands of the law and running from everything and everybody. Just about the time I had become the ugliest person imaginable; my true friends stepped in, my family. Without them, I probably would never have pulled myself from the hand of destruction. I realized at that point all that really matters in life is the ability to stand tall and realize you’re potential. Then and only then will the right people and the best things happen to you. I don’t have too many regrets in my life; after all it is life that helps me write the music. I feel I must thank those people who held me back and pulled me down. Without those valuable lessons, I probably wouldn't be who I am today. I swore to myself I would never give up on the music and I have kept my word. This is just the beginning, but I can feel inside that my music is going to be around for years to come.

Spare Time

In my spare time I enjoy hiking, rock climbing, boating, driving and graphic design. I guess I am some what of a geek. Like most I am addicted to the wide world of technology. If you can push, tweak, turn, program, mount, copy, or start it I have it. Aside form my indoor gut building sports I do like the good old outdoors with the wind in my hair grease in my face and the sound of a 400hp beast rumbling down the road. I just can't get enough of fire, raw steel and enough horse power to rip your skin right off. Cars and motorcycles have always been an obsession of mine. When I was about fifteen I started tinkering with engines and cars. I got a kick out of fixing what was thought to be the unfixable. There is nothing like reaching down into the belly of the beast and bringing it back to life. I have built a few monsters in my life, but my babies are my '68 Rebel and my ’77 Widow Chopper.