Due to the overwhelming interest in the Master tour 2009, 14 more dates will be added!
We are looking for one more support act for 14 dates beginning on Jan 23rd until Feb 6th.
Inzest from Austria is confirmed already!
"STRIKE YOUR IDOLS DOWN"
Europe Tour 2009
23.01. - 05.02.
Master will embark upon a 14 day European tour followed by a 24 date European tour once again!! The first part will take place on Jan 23rd until Feb 5th then again we will begin on Feb 7th until March 1st. The agency is looking for support acts and venue interest for the first part. So all parties that want to be a part of the thrashing, please get in touch with Kraftevention Tours (Germany) for all details!! Do not contact Master for negotiations, because we don’t finalize anything!! This will be our 10th Europe trip through Kraftevention and is always a crushing time.. All I can tell you is that you would get the red carpet treatment for your tour fee such as:
Coach liner w/ bunks (hotel on wheels), driver, food, all the alcohol and soda you can gulp, back line, great promotions, vendor, tour manager, and rabid metal hungry fans that will kill for metal!!!
Contact Kraftevention Tours at:
0049-342 177 4181
post by RichHorror at Jul 23,2008 11:25am edited Jul 23,2008 11:26am
Sexcrement should stick around Germany and tour with Master, haha.
post by BSV at Jul 24,2008 12:45am
I wish we could stay in mighty Germany for that long!
There needs to be a picture with Adam and Paul...two brutal jews with two brutal beards.
post by BSV at Sep 9,2008 3:15am
Okay, so this show NEEDS someone to handle the cash and payouts at the end of the night. I will be on tour with Neuraxis during this show and need to give the agency a heads up on who to talk to up here. Anyone interested?? Want to make sure this show happens!
Author's note - This is short, but I think the world needs some Goonies slash, no matter how bad. Please don't write me a review saying 'I just can't see the slash element in the goonies', or 'How could you make Mikey GAY?!'. It's my story, so it's my interpretation of characters. Constructive criticism, yes, slash-bashing, no thanks.
Mikey stumbled back out of the 'little girls room' after Andy's kiss with a dazed smile on his face, barely noticing that Data and Brandon were now wandering around the main part of the cave arguing about which way to go next. So he really had no reflexes to escape when a hand darted out of the 'mens room' and grabbed his arm, yanking him around the corner into that smaller part of the cave. As his back hit stone, a hand clamped over his mouth, and he found himself confronted by dark, intense eyes.
The hand, which had only been there to stop him from yelping at the sudden grab, moved down to press against his chest instead.
"Mouth?" He whispered in confusion, still in his daze. "What…?"
Mouth stared at him, accusing eyes wandering down to his lips, then back. He seemed to have guessed exactly what had just happened, and obviously it was yet another thing to add to whatever he was angry about. Mikey didn't quite know why Mouth would be angry about him kissing Andy, but wasn't about to argue with him. Not when he looked so strikingly tired and fed up. Whatever anger there had been quickly drained away under the pressure of fatigue, and instead he let go of Mikey and turned away, pacing forwards a few steps before turning around to face him again.
"You don't need me anymore, Mikey."
Mikey gawped. Didn't need him? "What…?" He repeated, feeling stupid for his lack of eloquence, but too struck dumb for anything else.
"Have you noticed anything about what you've said to me so far on this little 'adventure'?"
Shaking his head, Mikey felt sour guilt begin to build in his stomach.
"Well I have," Mouth continued with a scowl, pacing again. "We used to be friends Mikey, best friends, and what am I now? I'm your personal fucking translator!"
Watching the anger and hurt pour out in the form of blazing eyes and arms waving in emphasis, Mikey wanted to say 'no, that's not true!', but he couldn't. Because he knew that Mouth was absolutely right. The need to find One Eyed Willy's treasure had become such an intense feeling he had begun to almost blank out everything and everyone around him. He had a one track mind, and that one track mind had barely given Mouth a thought, except for selfish reasons. This was only pounded into Mikey's head even more as Mouth kept talking away in front of him.
"Mouth, translate this, Mouth, read the map, oh, and in the meantime, Mouth, shut up."
Mikey reached out this time as Mouth came nearer, and grabbed his arm, pulling him up to face him. Now that he looked more closely, he realized just how rough his friend looked. His best friend. Soaked to the skin, pale except for the shadows under his eyes, hair darkened with the water and sticking up in spikes. And when Mikey took Mouth's hands in his own, he instinctively pulled them close to his chest, because they were freezing cold.
"Clarke…I'm sorry, ok? I was out of my head about this treasure, not thinking straight. I've been neglecting everyone I guess…"
Mouth smiled, coldly. "Except Andy."
"She molested me! I couldn't help it." Mikey exclaimed. When no answer came, he squeezed Mouth's hands and tried the sincere route. "Look, Mouth…I do need you. We wouldn't have even got this far without you. And maybe I don't show it enough, but you're like…my second in command! I might act like I'm brave or maybe just stupid, but it's mainly because I know you're right behind me all the time…just like you have been since forever. You're my best friend. Please don't give up now."
There was a moment's silence, then Mouth shook his head. "Jesus, how am I meant to resist that?" He glanced back at Mikey with a vague smile. "You and your fucking puppy eyes."
Mikey watched him carefully, lifting a hand to catch hold of his chin gently. "Clarke…don't let me forget you again, ok? Even if it means talking constantly. Make good use of your mouth for once."
There was a brief smirk, and Mikey realized he'd just made the innuendo of the century. Expecting a never-ending torrent of taunting for it, he was stunned out of his mind when cool lips pressed against his and he was kissed in a way that Andy could never hope to beat. Praying that Brandon didn't come looking for them, he threaded his fingers through Mouth's wet spikes and moved back against the wall into the shadows.
Someone tell me who is in charge of this so I can tell Church who to hand the money to at the end of the night.
post by DAVEMMONIC at Oct 9,2008 5:16pm
Rich i talked to staples and he wants to handle the cash at the end of the night but if i do i will have to be responsible for the guarantee and i am not in a postion right now to put money out of my pocket to cover the cost of the guarantee if is not met
I have work. Someone needs to tell me who's handling the moeny so I can tell Church who to hand the money at the end of the night to. It'd be cool if I didn't get blacklisted at Church because of this. Thanks.
post by infect sli sli sli at Oct 16,2008 7:13pm
blessed offal needs to drop off this unfortunately
anyone got staples number so i can give him the bad news
witchtomb expressed an interest in playingin our stead
Sexcrement: even with out jawsh they sounded tight. They traded one constant head banger for another. Ppp sounded a little weird. Like it was a black metal song or something. Pretty tame for a sexcrement show.
Estuary: amazingly sick. Like the CDs. The front row was a vagina powered headbang-a-thon withh the second string hispanics standing one row back and yelling "puta" every couple of minutes. I know whhat that word means, but I guess in this context it means a lot more. The room was uncomfortably war after thheir set. Some real good renewable energy right there. Just have larissa lead the head banging charge to energy independence in the US.
Master: an old guy, a younger guy, and a much younger guy walk into a bar and played a master set. Seriously folks. The singer was so old and he looked like one of the dwarves from lord of the rings. I stayed for 30 minutes of their set and it seemed like that's when it was getting good with the older song. I walked out as they were playing a real slow 70's riff. It sounded good, but I had to get to bed before I turned into a pumpkin