The Nixons

The Nixons

SouthFM, Trent Rush

Sat, June 24, 2017

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm (event ends at 12:45 am)


This event is all ages

The Nixons
The Nixons
The Nixons, (Zac Maloy, Jesse Davis, John Humphrey and Ricky Brooks) known for the radio hits "Sister", " Happy Song", "Wire", and "Passion" are together again! Performing for the first time in over 15 years.

They return to Trees in Deep Ellum June 24th, 2017!
Paco Estrada, G.I. Sanders, Chad Abbott, Dave Shafer, Tabber Millard, Moe Martinez, John Humphrey, Doug McGrath, Spencer Estep, Scot Risch
Trent Rush
Trent Rush
My name is Trent Rush and I'm a Singer/Songwriter from Dallas Texas.

Growing up, like many, music was always a safe haven for me. It was a place I could go to in my mind and just exist without any bounds. A world of everlasting sounds and colors and emotions. Even before I could walk and talk, my parents would be blasting VH1 throughout the house and all I could do was stare as Alanis Morissette would be belting "Ironic" on the TV screen. I'm assuming that's what got me hooked. From that point on, I was a performer. A constant attention wanter. You could probably call me an addict. Every single moment of my early childhood was dedicated to being the star of the show. From family get-togethers to birthday parties, I was always needing to perform.
Later in my life, I would discover actually playing and writing music as a whole rather than just singing. My parents made me take piano lessons at around age seven or so. I practiced very little and cheated my way out of it as much as I could. Nobody likes to do what their parents tell them. After about five years, I gave up. I thought I could become great without putting the work and dedication in. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Finally after the awkward and hellish years, Middle School was over. I was going to be in High School and I could not wait. That summer, I got a phone call from a friend saying that his band wanted me to play keyboard for them. While I told them I hadn't played keyboard in a while, I would love to nonetheless. After the phone call ended, a sudden rush came over. Someone had actually wanted to include me in something. A musical project. I went over to my piano, pulled up the chords to "Hey Jude", and got to work. In a matter of hours, the band came over to my house to rehearse. A few familiar faces. A few new ones. Among those new faces, there was another kid my age. He had short brown hair, wore a normal looking red shirt, blue jeans and looked a little nervous. He was someone who was going go through thick and thin with me. Someone who would, against all odds and challenges, stay by my side through it all. Someone who would become my closest friend, bandmate, drummer, and brother in arms. Someone who would change the course of my life forever. His name was Kyle Foster.

While the rest of the "band" (being the 13-14 year olds we were) went upstairs to play Halo, Kyle and I got to know each other better and immediately started working on our first cover tune. We spent countless hours learning different songs just he and I. The rest of that "band" dissolved within about a day but I had made a new lifelong friend. We didn't have any other musicians to play with. Just him with his drum set and me with my vocals. I would wind up singing the guitar parts and the lead vocals at the same time on a tiny "American Idol" karaoke speaker. It was the first time we had ever jammed with someone. We felt unstoppable.

The years passed us by. Kyle and I had gone through so many different musicians trying to find the right ones. After much trial, we had our first set of good players and called ourselves "Welcome To Wednesday". I picked up the guitar at about 16 and immediately started writing songs. I wrote and wrote and wrote. I couldn't stop. I finally had a vessel to get all my crazy emotions out into the world. After a while and countless hours of practice, the time had finally come. Our first gig was booked. We were going to play The Liquid Lounge in Deep Ellum. That's when I really sprung into action. All the concerts I had been to and the years of living backstage came crashing into my brain. We couldn't just play a set. We had to put on a show. I called everyone I knew to try and get them to come. I told them the usual "It's going to be an epic night, bring all your friends, yadda yadda". I then called a tech guy I knew and asked him what crazy thing could we do that no one in the club had ever done. He asked if I had any ideas and I asked him, "What if we used a scrim to open the show?" He loved it and was ecstatic to build it. He came over, showed us how it worked and assured us that everything was good and ready. This was it. Game day. We arrived at the club and set up all of our equipment. Lights, instruments, the scrim. It was good to go. Kyle and I had a heart to heart talk behind the curtain right before we went on about how this was it and that this was the beginning of a very long road. A road that's going to take us places we can't even imagine. I'll never forget that talk behind the curtain. We were oh, so right. "1... 2... 1 2 3 4!" The curtain dropped.

A few more years passed. Welcome To Wednesday was on top of the world. We had recorded our first record "SOUP" and were on our way to Austin to record at ORB Studios with Matt Noveskey, the bass player of Blue October (My favorite band). The first two tracks came out really well. Everyone was happy. Sadly, things change. We all took a turn for the worse. A lot of fighting ensued and as all good things must come to an end, Welcome To Wednesday was no more. My first real band. Gone. While it took me a while to get over it, I couldn't take not playing music. Kyle and I had remained friends and jamming buddies after everything so I called him up and asked him if he wanted to play some shows just he and I. Naturally, he did. We played the coffee house circuit for a few gigs but I was still itching to play rock clubs again. I talked to my "advisors" (AKA my folks and their friends) and they all suggested that I go solo. After a very long contemplation, I had made the decision. From then on, I was going to be playing as Trent Rush". It felt liberating. I was finally in control of my own destiny.

I played a few shows by myself for a while. It was interesting to deal with the pressure of supporting yourself on stage. I had always had a backing band to rely on in case I screwed up my guitar parts or something. In turn, this made me a better guitar player. After a while, my producer called me and told me that this guy Zac Maloy was looking for a young, up and coming artist to co-write with and produce. Naturally, I immediately gave Zac a phone call and told him I was interested and to call me back. A day later, I get a phone call from Zac. We chat, things progress and by the end of the conversation, I was going to Nashville to co-write some music with Zac Maloy and do a record. My mind began to bounce around like I had just snorted a mountain of cocaine. I had a million thoughts. What songs would we record? Am I good enough? Will he want to work with me after? Do I need to find a backing band? How much will this cost? What does this mean for my career? Nevertheless, I was extremely excited. I packed my bags, got on a plane and headed to Tennessee. I took a cab to Zac's house and we got to work. We pumped out a good 3 or 4 songs in a matter of hours. Not only were these songs the best work I had ever been a part of; they were hits. I went home, finalized what we worked on, and went back to Nashville to record a record that would become my very first solo project. Once again, I felt unstoppable.
Venue Information:
2709 Elm Street
Dallas, TX, 75226