TRIXIE
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Full Name: Trixie Jean Voss
Born: September 3, 1995
Birthplace: Tempe, Arizona
Current Base: Los Angeles, California (Silver Lake)
Height: 5’6″
Look: Sharp, confident, zero compromise.
Vintage band tees, leather jacket, dark eyeliner.
The kind of woman who walks into a room and
you wonder what her story is.

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ORIGIN STORY
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Trixie Voss grew up in the sprawl of Tempe, Arizona — strip malls,
summer heat that hits like a wall, and a suburb that felt designed
to produce people who left. Her father, Gary, sold insurance and
coached Little League with the same relentless optimism he applied
to everything. Her mother, Diane, had been in a band in her twenties
— a New Wave outfit called The Pale Signal that played the Phoenix
scene in the mid-1980s and never quite made it. Diane’s vinyl collection
became Trixie’s entire education.

By twelve Trixie was raiding that collection — Chrissie Hynde, Pat
Benatar, Blondie, The Pretenders, early Tom Petty. By fifteen she had
a garage band called Lucky Damage with her best friend Sara and two
boys from the neighborhood who could barely keep time. They played
one school dance and one house party and then Sara moved to Tucson
and the band dissolved, but Trixie kept writing.

She came to Los Angeles at nineteen with two suitcases and a secondhand
Stratocaster, studying music business at Cal State LA by day and playing
whatever stage would have her at night. She went through four bands in
five years, each one teaching her something she needed to know — about
arrangement, about collaboration, about the difference between people
who want to make music and people who want to be musicians.

At twenty-five she stopped looking for the right band and started trusting
her own instincts. The songs she wrote in that period were rawer, more
direct, and more fully herself than anything she’d done in the years of
compromise. She described it as “finally stopping trying to sound like
someone else’s version of me.”

Trixie has no patience for music that doesn’t take risks. She has no
patience for a lot of things, actually — which is part of what makes
her interesting.

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MUSICAL DNA
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Trixie lives in the space between pop craftsmanship and rock directness
— songs with hooks you can’t shake, played with an edge that won’t let
you get too comfortable. She writes melodies that sound inevitable, then
pairs them with lyrics that surprise. Her production aesthetic is bright
but never clean — there’s always some grit in the mix.

Influences: Chrissie Hynde, Pat Benatar, Blondie, Sheryl Crow, Alanis
Morissette, early Taylor Swift, Paramore, early Fleetwood Mac

Themes: Female autonomy, romantic wreckage, reinvention, the cost of
ambition, the specific loneliness of chasing something you
can’t quite name, desire without apology

Voice: Clear and powerful in the upper register. Controlled intensity.
Can pull back to something almost vulnerable and then snap back
to full force in the same bar. Sounds like she means every word.

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SIGNATURE QUOTE
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“The best songs are the ones you were afraid to finish.
The ones you almost deleted because they were too honest.”

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DISCOGRAPHY CONTEXT
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Trixie’s catalogue is for driving at night, for getting ready to go out,
for the morning after a decision you don’t regret. Her records move —
they don’t sit still. Every track is a forward motion.

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VISUAL IDENTITY (for images/video)
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