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TR3 is the Tim Reynolds Trio. Founded by Reynolds in 1984, there have been numerous members to come and go during its history.
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Current line-up:
Former Members:
2011
2009
1999
1998
1995
1991
1988
TR3 has an open taping policy. This policy also extends to Tim Reynolds. From Tim's official site:
MTV Tres (stylized as tr3́s, and taken from the Spanish word for the number three, tres) is an American broadcast, digital cable and satellite television network that is owned by Viacom Music and Entertainment Group, a division of the Viacom Media Networks subsidiary of Viacom. Programming on Tr3s includes lifestyle series, customized music video playlists, news documentaries that celebrate Latino culture, music and artists, and English-subtitled programming in Spanish imported from the MTV España and MTV Latin America channels as well as Spanish-subtitled programming from MTV. The channel is targeted toward bilingual Latinos and non-Latino Americans aged 12 to 34.
The channel is headed by executive vice president and general manager Jose Tillan. As of August 2013, Tr3s is available to approximately 36 million pay television households (totaling 32% of households with television) in the United States.
On August 1, 1998, MTV Networks launched a 24-hour digital cable channel, MTV S (the "S" standing for "Spanish"). On October 1, 2001, the channel was relaunched as MTV en Español, focusing on music videos by Latin rock and pop artists. The rebranded network mainly utilized the eight-hour automated music video playlist wheel used by sister networks MTV2, MTV Hits and MTVX (later MTV Jams) without any original programming, except for repurposed content from MTV's Latin America networks.
I saw the best parts of us fade into distrust...and now
our eyes just can't meet. So we'll subsist in silence and
watch each other leave, in long-gone dreams that rival
our sadest memories. Truth be told, I hold you in my
lungs, and admit that we are casualties of time. I can
still hear your footsteps walking out of my life. I don't