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Long ago, in a time now but all forgotten (the mid-1980's), on the outer rim of the Great Northern Desert lands in the western United States, in the cold halls of a brick building utilized for educating suburban teenagers, two young men forged a relationship based on rock. Heavy metal music. Guitars. Loud fucking guitars. These two young men, known as Jay Scherer and Lew Petro, set about creating their music legacy. They formed rock bands involving many of their close school friends, bands with names like Bullseye and The Lower Function before ultimately settling on the name Nice World in 1989. They dropped out of college, took on meaningless jobs, each delivering goods and services in vans for wages just above the minimum. They sacrificed household pets and conjured up magic spells, rode in starlight, sought out witches and chased rainbows. The Nice World legacy lasted for 4 years. Joined by their brothers in rock, Bill Barrington and Mark Costigan, they turned up the volume throughout the Northwest. In the process they consumed vast quantities of mind altering substances and evaded the law. Dark forces dealt the band a fatal blow, a demonic presence cast a terminable spell on the band and they called it quits in 1993. After a brief hiatus, Jay and Lew regrouped in the late 1990's. Alas, there was no beat. Thunder cannot be created without dark clouds or a set of Ludwigs. It was at this point the Creator pointed his long, skinny finger down from the Heavens and pointed to a big, ferocious looking guy huddled next to a gas station fuel pump. From his knees, eyes cast to the sky and arms outstretched, Jason Strand accepted his divine calling and took his rightful place behind the drum set in the entity ultimately to be known as Ronnie James Trio. His gasoline soaked hands and oil encrusted steel tipped Chukka boots provided the bone rattling, brain jarring rhythm solidifying Ronnie James Trio's sonic approach. I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)