What started as an idea falling out of Cass Nee's mouth, has slowly turned into what will eventually be a force to be reckoned with. I say "slowly" because we don't have time to enlist new recruits, and we don't waste our time trying to enlist. You'll be asked to join, and upon that request, you'll say "yes." There's no one that doesn't want to be a Bassmaster, but it takes a special breed. The founding fathers Cass Nee, Trevor Erb, Hairy Bob, and Chaoth sit around an oaken table, mauls in one hand, and cups of mead in the other. The "man law" doesn't have shit on these four upstanding members of present day society. There is but one law, and it reads like so... "Have ye not had enough to imbibe, thou shalt take more down his gullet, and thou shalt rock, roll, destroy, and maim on stage, so let it be written." I doubt you've got what it takes, but if we see that little sparkle in your step or that
glimmer in the way you throw back your broads and booze, we'll let you know.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Someone that can drink us under the table and "wow" us with their stage personae non gratae.
