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The Non-Filters: Bio

A small group of children, between the ages of seven and twelve, gathered together on their day off from school.  It wasn't just any day off.  That morning, they had all sat glued to channel 27 Newsfirst, waiting for the snow go report.  Then, the news came.  Too much snow on the roads.  No school!  All different types of sleds were present at this particular meeting.  Everything from the traditional that could be found next to the radio flyer little red wagon, to the flat plastic pans.  One kid even brought a patched inner tube from his dad's tractor.  All in all, a perfect day.  The games began.  Gradually, the children became braver, confidence building.  Suddenly, they were standing up on the flat plastic pans, pseudo-snowboarding down the steep incline.  This type of activity, without fail, makes the hill even better for those who follow. 

Everyone stopped, prompted by the roar of a loud engine.  A Ford 302.  The 5.0 Mustang rumble, only this rumble did not come from a Mustang.  "Run!  It's The Non-Filters!" yelled little Billy, after spotting the heart logo license plate on the front bumper.  Lee Sadler jumped from the passenger seat and ran frantically to the large fiberglass satellite dish that was connected by rope to the rear of the '86 Bronco.  Eric Baker pushed it to the floor and the snow began to fly.  For two hours, they took turns driving and riding.  The once perfect snow slope had been reduced to a muddy mess with trails of gasoline leaks. 

Soon, reporters stormed the winter scene.  The Non-Filters were scheduled to play a show a few miles away that evening.  Before the first question could be asked, The Non-Filters were gone.  Fast forward eight hours, the tension in the arena could be cut with a knife.  People from all walks of life hung on the edge of their seats, waiting impatiently to hear the sound of the world's best two piece.  "It's hard to believe that just two guys can produce a sound not unlike an army of musicians," one fan commented with tears running down his cheeks.  "It's impossible to put into words the emotion and joy this band can create.  It's like the band and the audience become one," observed a concession stand worker.  The lights went down.  Seconds passed that felt like hours or days.  Suddenly, the guitar and drums fired like assault rifles simultaneously.  An estimated 30% of the audience passed out during the first song, overcome with excitement and emotion.  Paramedics struggled to get fans on stretchers to keep the ailses clear.  About 10% of the paramedics passed out.  One fan commented that it looked like a blizzard onstage from the upper arena, due to the large number of bras being thrown toward the band.  Lee Sadler stood up from the drums and moved to the Rhodes piano.  Eric Baker replaced him on drums.  As they locked into a new beat, one female fan got past the security who were watching the band in awe, and climbed onto the stage with her heros.  Engulfed in tears and emotion, the woman passed out and fell backward into the crowd, only to be carried out by paramedics.  The band's review of this show...just another day at the office.