Trevor's like that old friend who you may only speak to once in a blue moon, but when you do make contact, it's just like you spoke yesterday. We'll keep you up to date with all the latest lineup announcements, news and important updates but we won't hassle you or sell your details to TV Week.
Trevor is more than just an ideal. Trevor is a music festival. A very cool music festival.
Trevor is the feeling you get in finding an old box of polaroids, full of summer fun and familiar faces. It's about getting up for a quick dance and not sitting down again. It's the sticky carpet at your local and the familiar smell of the band room. It's a celebration of everything you have ever loved about music, friends, family and food.
Trevor : a music festival (here-in just Trevor) is taking everything you love about all the other music festivals and rolling them into one tight little boutiquey day filled with music, mates, pretty bunting, picnic blankets and all things awesome.
There's a little bit of trevor in all of us. He's in our homes, our hearts and our minds, but when Trevor wants to party, he heads for Churchill Island, just off Phillip Island - that's right, an island off an island...off an island! And like an old school summer holiday, Trevor loves the drive from your place to Phillip Island. Sweaty vinyl bench seats in a car that's choka-block with banana lounges, beach towels and the black and white portable telly.
And just like the way Mum and Dad would deck out the annex, Trevor is decked out with all the essentials; the most delicious food, the very coldest of drinks and even a marquee for his besties. Coz that's just the sort of bloke Trevor is.
Most of all, Trevor is a family man, he loves kids and has made sure that if you bring yours, they'll be entertained, fed, watered and exhausted by the end of the day.
So that's Trevor. Yet he's so much more. Trevor is complicated. Yet quite straightforward. Trevor is perhaps most easily described as much by contrast as anything else.
Trevor is understated. Trevor is quietly assured. More Melbourne than Sydney.
Trevor is a scuffed pair of Blundstones more than a polished pair of RMs.
Trevor is not too fussed about talking the talk. After all, Trevor’s walked it. Trevor never shoots off at the mouth.
Trevor never seeks the limelight. More Hugh than Brad.
Trevor is your favourite pair of jeans, that cap you just can’t throw away, that night playing Cluedo with your high school friends; you know the ones – the one’s you turn to when the shit hits the fan.
Trevor is more The Rails than The Beach. With an occasional visit to that one in the middle when a cracking band is playing.
Trevor is public bar, not cocktail bar. Like that public bar from your younger days. That one with the cocky in a cage at the end of the bar, that old guy drinking handles telling cool stories and the barman that remembers what you drink.
Trevor is being overseas and finding someone from your home town. Trevor is being overseas and losing yourself in a non-English speaking country years before the crowds get there.
Trevor loves chips. Salt & vinegar chips. Trevor never calls them S & V’s though.
Trevor loves Liquid Paper. Old school.
Trevor never owned a pair of white leather shoes. More thongs than Massuers, Trevor.
Trevor is a surprisingly good dark ale in a recently discovered corner pub far from home.
Trevor probably stayed at your house while you were overseas. Not in a creepy way. As a guest of your house-mate. On the couch. BYO sleeping bag. Trevor would have made breakfast for everyone though. Hungover.
More like a brother than a boyfriend.
Everyone loves Trevor.