#Jason Newstead

[duffsmckagan]

Who got the most head in Metallica?

[ungoliantschilde]

“Fade to Black”, live in Moscow 1991.

The CCCP had just fallen. Russia was no longer the USSR. An open air, free concert was arranged. Metallica, AC/DC, Pantera, the Black Crowes, and E.S.T. played to a crowd estimated at 1.6 Million newly free Russian people.

It was not a concert. It was world history.

[warhead]

[catts-world]

btw yall will never understand my love for current!kirk. look at this sweet old guy. hes so smiley i would die for him

[fiveanddimealyx]

Pantera 7/15/94 Event Center, San Jose

You May Have Seen The Videos Of Jason Newstead Playing Metallica With Pantera, But This Show Also Had Phil Getting His Charlie Manson Worker Shirt And Some Dude In A Caveman Costume

[reincarnationoftheparty]

spot the differen-YEAH THATS RIGHT CUZ YOU CANT DUH

[stevenssticks]

Okay, but like

Jason would be one of those guys that’s secretly submissive?

Like, y’all are doing whatchu gotta do and then he’s eating you out or something and you pull on his hair and/or say something like “So good, such a good boy���

AND THE PLEADING LOOK AND THE WHINE HE GIVES YOU PROVES THAT HE’S A LITTLE SUB AND YOU JUST TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT

no bc this is the REALEST thing ever.

like he would be eating u out and his hair would get all in his eyes, and you would pull it back for him and rake your nails across his scalp and he would already be folding like a lawn chair.

and when you praise him???? he’s already in heaven. his eyes would roll back into his head and he would start to grind against the bed and whine into your folds oughhh:!:?:&

and like making him fuck you even when he’s all overstimulated?! him literally shedding tears bc it feels so good but it hurts too bc he’s so sensitive. and you would just lock your legs around his waist and slap his ass and tell him to keep fucking you in which he does with a little wail. oh my god.

[skinbeneaththeskull]

he’s SUCH a fucking LOSER i need to suck his dick IMMEDIATELY. like i want him to make pretty moans and whines for me while he’s got his hands in my hair and is thrusting his hips up into my face like pleaseeee!!!!!!

OMG THIS... also HIIII P!!!

no cus just imagine 80s Jason and like giving him head???!?!?! he'd literally be so whiney and begging for you to do more but you'd just tease him the whole time..

while giving him head he'd be rubbing the shell of your ear to try to make you more comfortable and relax a little bit (you obviously are but he isn't and he's squirming so much under you) and he's trying so hard not to make any noise.

soon enough into the head sesh he takes your hair into his hand and makes it a makeshift ponytail to try and get your hair out of your face because your starting to get messy and you're constantly putting your hair behind your ear. he doesn't really know what to do but enjoy it, him constantly begging for more in a more quieter, hushed tone like, "fuck.... please just a little more? your mouth feels so good.." and him making little "nnh mm nnm" breathy closed moans every second.

he's close and begging for more of you, either for you to ride him or let him fuck you and he's merely just begging to put his tip in your pussy, but your just teasing him more and more when he's asking, "h-hey please? cmon i-im so close, pretty girl..." while he's stuttering and trying not to cum by looking at your face with his dick in your mouth. he just looks away because it's too much for him and he just throws his head back. "can you ride me, please? i promise to be slow.." and all you reply with is, "i dunno, can i?" and it throws him overboard.

he looks back at you with a plea on his face, just making his grip on your hair tighter before shoving you down, making you slightly gag for a second. he figured if you wouldn't do it, he'd just do it himself. he'd buck his hips up to start thrusting into your mouth, gradually picking up the pace, seeing your eyes roll back every time he'd do so.

this time he could burst at any second, him starting to slow down a little bit as he starts throwing swears from under his breath, thighs starting to shake ever so little. you put your hands on them to steady yourself, bobbing your head without any of Jason's help besides from his head just slowly guiding you. his whole body is so leaned back into the couch as his head is thrown back again, only taking small peeks at you. "baby... 'm gonna-" is all he gets out before you start going faster, which is a pace he could barely handle as he's covering his mouth as moans start to spill, him biting the insides of his cheeks to silence himself before he grabs your head with both hands to shove you all the way down and finally fill your mouth.

he's breathing heavily as your trying to swallow his load as he just pulls out to bring you into his lap and wipe your mouth with his thumb and stick it back in so you didn't waste anything. "oh 'm god baby, you did so well." he holds you closer to him and rubs your back while kissing your face and slightly nipping at your neck, mumbling into your skin. "i didn't go too hard, did i?" and "'m sorry if it was too much, love" just throwing out words, lifting his head up with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

him just kissing you all over and apologizing for being rough with you <<333 he would pass out so quickly with you in his arms like he's cuddling a stuffed animal.

[cryptic--writing]

Hiiiii can I request a young Jason Newsted who just joined Metallica meeting a fan who thinks he’s super cute and loves the way he plays bass? Maybe at a bar after a show, and reader is super starstruck but Jason is just surprised that such a pretty girl is talking to him? Have fun with details of the story, go full on creative liberty mode!!! Fluff, smut, general Metallica, whatever! 💗

hihi!!

omg TYSM for my first req ilysm I love this I love jason this is amazing dhsajhdjasdjhsadjhaskd

im not crazy on how it turned out and its kinda short but its still cute and stuff so

(maybe make this into a series?? idkkk)

word count: 1,342

warnings: drinking and just fluff

anyways heres my first real fan fic

JASON “NEW-KID” NEWSTEAD (1986)

The loudspeakers blared in my ears, the electrifying performance of Metallica captivating me and the audience so strongly. Everyone was screaming, cheering, and having a great time.

Only a few months ago did Metallica's previous bass player, Cliff, pass away. Now, it was Jason on the stage. His technique was one I hadn't seen before, and his stage presence was so strong.

Not only that, he was absolutely gorgeous and totally cute. 

My eyes were glued to him, and I was so grateful I had floor tickets, being the closest to the stage, watching as he strummed the chords of the bass with his pic with incredible ease and talent.

The song, Creeping Death had begun, the familiar and heavy tune making me feel enchanted, hearing as James belts out the lyrics into the microphone, everyone else on stage thrashing as they rocked their instruments.

Then came the infamous breakdown, though, I had never heard it like this. Jason approached the backup mic, screaming “Die, Die, Die,” into it as James sang the main lyrics.

He had such a strong presence, so aweing and amazing.

As the band played the final half of their top song, Master of Puppets, I watched as they played the powerful chords, James yelling the lyrics into the mic until the final solo began, and Kirk played the familiar and wonderful notes of the solo.

After the show

After the show had ended, I decided to hit up the local bar with a few of my friends who had attended the show with me. 

We walked in, sitting down as we ordered our drinks, talking amongst each other, though I thought  I saw someone familiar out of the corner of my eye.

Was that? The band?

I nearly spit off my drink, seeing them drinking together towards the end of the bar, leaning on it. 

How could one pass down an opportunity like this? To meet their favorite band? And get a closer look at their beautiful new bassist?

I quickly excused myself from my group, though they didn't mind too much, continuing to drink, some breaking off to find guys to flirt with.

I slowly approached them, not wanting to be awkward or embarrassing, so I just stood near their group for a bit, Jason standing next to me. 

I tried to be causal, sipping on my drink, both hoping they would and wouldn't notice me as I hoped to speak with them, but I didn't want it to turn into anything odd or awkward.

Jason didn't look too intuned or impressed with the conversation with the band, just nodding and laughing a bit, occasionally adding to the conversation with his words.

I felt completely and utterly star-struck. I had to think of a way to act casual and not freak him out, or the rest of the band out. 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves a bit.

I was skeptical at first if that was actually him, but now that I’m up close, it is him, and Metallica.

I took a final deep breath again before I finally built up the courage to try and talk to him until his elbow bumped my arm on the accident.

He quickly looked up at me, a slightly guilty expression he wore on his face.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to dump you like that.” He said quickly before averting back to his conversation. 

I was so torn between actually trying to talk to him or just leaving him and the band alone.

This is the first time I ever got to see him so up close. He truly was even more gorgeous in this close-up.

The way his curls flowed on his shoulders, his short bangs that covered his forehead, and his blue and greenish eyes, I'd never seen them in this beauty before.

I sighed, I was fangirling so much in my head, but I had to find a way to talk to him without coming across as a total creep.

Some others recognized the band, various men and women speaking with James, Lars, Jason, and KIrk, now averting his attention from me. 

I watched as the band moved from their position in the bar away from where I had moved just to be closer to them, watching as they moved to the other side, leaning against the wall in a corner, not really wanting to garner too much attention.

I took a final sip of my drink, finishing it before deciding that I should try and look for my friends, who were nowhere in the bar to be found, as they probably all left, or went home with other men.

Though, as I searched for them, I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of my head, even though I tried to disregard the feeling, I couldn't help but try and figure out who was burning holes into my head with their eyes,

I turned my head over my shoulder, trying to glance at whoever the watcher might be.

And to my surprise, it was Jason.

I felt my face heat up slightly, he couldn't actually be looking at me, right?

Maybe he was looking at some other girl or person who just happened to be next to me.

But I couldn't find anyone else who was looking at me, so maybe I was right.

Maybe Jason Newstead was staring at me.

In a bar.

While talking to other, much prettier girls than myself.

I couldn't believe it.

I was at a loss for words as I met his gaze, a small smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back.

I eventually got enough courage to try and talk to him, even though it seemed and felt crazy.

Probably because it is crazy.

I approached him cautiously, walking up to him.

I had a mini-speech in my mind, I couldn't blow this, I had to seem normal and not like a creepy, obsessed fan girl or something.

“Jason Newstead? Wow, I can't even go on to believe it, I saw your show tonight, and it was amazing! Your technique, and, and, your style, it's everything! You're a great addition to the band, I love it!” I blurted out at a fast rate.

Perfect, I blew it.

I quickly felt embarrassed at my insane fangirling, now I probably seemed like a weird creep.

Instead of shooing me away in disgust, he just gave a laugh, smiling wider, making my heart flutter.

“Well, thank you! It means a lot, especially with being new to the band in all. I love the support.” He added, glad to hear my comments.

I was shaking a bit, but who wouldn't? I'm talking in front of Metallica, and having a conversation with their bassist!

Jason took notice of my nervous and jittery, yet very excited mood.

“You alright? You're a bit. Shakey” He said with a laugh, to which I nodded with a laugh as well.

“Yeah, totally, just, starstruck, I guess.” I shrugged, looking back up to meet his eyes, making eye contact with him as I studied his features, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter a bit.

“You're, well, you're really pretty.” He added with a small, beautiful smile.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he thought I was pretty.

Jason Newstead thought I was pretty.

I smiled back, feeling my face grow warm at his compliment.

I had to be dreaming.

I quickly mustered up a reply, “Wow, uh, thank you. That means a lot to me.” I said with a smile before glancing down at the floor and back up at him,

“I think you're pretty cute yourself,” I added with a smile, to which his grin widened.

“Thanks, I don't get it often, so it means a lot. Especially from someone as gorgeous as you.”

His words were enchanting almost, I couldn't believe any of this was real, as if the concert wasn't amazing enough already.

I smiled wider, “Thank you, Jason.”

[ihavenolife346]

Don’t Forget Me

Pairing: 1998/2002 James Hetfield x f!reader

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, and crying

Characters: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Jason Newstead, Lars Ulrich, Francesca Hetfield, Y/N

Summary: James never meant to fall in love with a woman who wasn’t his wife. They fell in love…but knew they couldn’t be together as long as they wanted too.

Link to pt 2: https://www.tumblr.com/

Side note: Don’t cheat on your partners. It’s necessary for a good plot in this😅.

Neither of them meant for it to happen. All she was supposed to be was his guitar tech. He was freshly married. They never meant to fall in love with each other. James never did want to fall in love with her. But there was something about her that drew him to her. From the second he met her, he knew there was just something about her.

Y/N never did think she would fall for her boss. He was almost a year married, he seemed to be happy with Francesca. She thought he was until the night she was taking him back to his hotel room after he had to much to drink. She always has had a thing for him, even before she started working with him. That was the night he told her “I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time”, that was he night she become the woman he cheated on his wife with, that was the night she became the ���𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 woman.

That was a year ago. They had been doing this for a year now. James would always find a way to make time for Y/N. With Francesca hardly ever joining them on tour, Y/N spent most of her nights in James’s room. They acted just like a couple when they were alone. He’d hold her, kiss her, tell her how pretty she was, and even told her he loves her.

Y/N had been ok with being the other woman. Their relationship was working and James was going to get a divorce and they could finally be public about it.

“You still haven’t told her Francesca’s pregnant?!” Kirk felt like slapping James. Kirk was the only one who knew that James was also with Y/N.

James sat there in silence for a moment. He knows he needs to tell Y/N. He’s known Francesca’s pregnant for almost 3 weeks. “I know I have to tell her. I’m going to tonight.” James didn’t want to. He didn’t want to tell her cause he knew he would have to end things with her. He wasn’t going to give his child the same childhood he had. James was going to be there.

“Good luck man.” Kirk shook his head slightly. He had no idea how this was gonna go down.

______________

Just like clockwork, at 7:45 Y/N came softly knocking on James’s door. “Hi!” Y/N chirped once he opened the door, not noticing the look on his face right away.

James couldn’t even look her in the eye. This was the woman he loved, this was the woman he was gonna get a divorce for, but know this was the woman he was ending things with. “H-hi.” James stuttered out, earning the attention of Y/N.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N had no clue what was wrong. The only thing that crossed her mind was that he had finally given Francesca the divorce papers and she just ended up saying things to him that would hurt.

James’s mind almost went completely blank. “Y-you should sit down.” James moved out of the way so that Y/N could come in. As much as he wanted to hug her and kiss her, give her a proper greeting, he knew if he did he would never be able to get the words out of his mouth.

Y/N knew something was really wrong now. “Ok?” Y/N walked into the room, immediately finding the closest seat she could. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.” Y/N was genuinely concerned now.

“God I don’t know how to tell you this.” James grumbled, getting on his knees in front of her, resting his hands on her knees.

“Baby, you know you can tell me anything.” Y/N grabbed his face to make him look at her.

James physically felt his heart break at her words and actions. “We can’t keep doing this.” James mumbled, not loud enough for Y/N to hear.

“What was that James?” Y/N questioned, resting her hands on-top of his.

“We can’t keep doing this anymore.” James repeated, feeling his eyes start to water.

Y/N slowly took her hands off of his. “W-what?” Y/N stuttered, hoping she misheard him.

“I’m so sorry baby.” James forced himself to look at the girl.

Y/N completely froze. He was ending things with her? Why was he ending things with her? He promised her he was going to leave Francesca. He told her he loves her. And now here he was telling her they can’t keep doing this. “W-why…?” Y/N stuttered, feeling tears form in her eyes.

“Um…” James tried to figure out how to say this as easy as possible. “So um…do you remember when Francesca showed up at a show a few weeks ago?” James sighed, only getting a nod out of her. “And how you told me to do what I need to make her not suspect us…?” James added on, wanting to punch himself for getting her on the verge of tears. All he got was a soft “yea” out of the girl. “Well…Francesca told me that she’s pregnant.” James watched as Y/N went as pale as a ghost.

At the time Y/N knew she had to be ok with James sleeping with his 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 that night, it never would have worked out if he hadn’t. “S-she’s…” Y/N couldn’t even get the words out.

As much as she hated it, she understood why he was ending things right now. He had told her how he grew up, how he was never gonna let his kids grow up the same way he did. She knew he had to be present in their lives, even if it meant those kids were with someone who wasn’t her. “I’m so sorry baby.” James mumbled. He could tell she was hurt…she was really hurt.

Y/N didn’t know what to say. She understood why he was ending it…as much as she hated it she understood. It was his fucking kid on the line, how could she not understand?

______________

They sat there in silence for a solid 10 minutes. Y/N was trying her best not to break down, they both were. They both knew this was wrong, but they loved each other. It’s hard to stop yourself from falling in love with someone. James couldn’t read her like he always could. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, what she was feeling, she just sat there blankly. James was waiting for her to start yelling at him, start saying she hates him, but no. Instead she let out a broken sob.

James felt himself fighting back tears even more now. He hated being the reason that Y/N was crying. Y/N let out more sobs, covering her face in her hands. “Y/N…” James went to reach for her. Y/N immediately collapsed in his arms, she didn’t even care that she practically fell out of her seat. “Shhh, I know baby. I know.” James stroked her hair, he knew he had to keep himself together for her, at least right now.

Y/N sat there and sobbed in his arms for at least 10 minutes. She could feel James shaking under her. “O-one more night?” Y/N stuttered out, trying to pull herself together.

“What was that baby?” James couldn’t quite hear her.

“One more night….please?” Y/N got up the courage to look him in the eyes.

James knew he couldn’t say no, truth is, he needed just one more night with her too. “One more night.” James kissed the top of her heard, feeling her cuddle as close as she possibly could to him.

______________

That night, they tried to make the best of it. They laughed, talked about the happy times they had together, they spent their last couple hours together happy. When Y/N fluttered her eyes open that morning, everything came crashing down again.

Like she always did, Y/N woke up curled up against James’s chest with his arm around her waist keeping her in place. Y/N didn’t want to move from her place, but she knew if she was still here when he woke up, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself together.

Letting out a small sigh, Y/N gave James the best hug she could before maneuvering her way out of his grasp. Y/N started wondering around to find a pen and paper, if she was leaving without a proper goodbye, she was at least leaving a note.

Within 5 minutes she was folding her note up and setting it on her side of the bed. “I love you.” Y/N mumbled, placing on last kiss on James’s lips, feeling her eyes start to water again as she forced herself to walk away from the man she loved…

______________

When James opened his eyes, he expected to find Y/N curled up right next to him. But no…she was gone. James shot up in his bed, he didn’t think she would be gone, not without a proper goodbye. She never left his side until he was awake as well, she was always there to greet him with a hug and a kiss in the morning. He didn’t think she would leave yet.

Looking over at her side of the bed, James felt his heart break when he found a folded up piece of paper with his name on it. Reaching over and grabbing it, James took a breath before he slowly opened the paper.

I’m sorry I left without a proper goodbye…I didn’t want my last memory of us to be sad. I want to remember the last time I saw you, or at least the last time for a while to be happy. Seeing you peaceful, not a problem at the moment. By now I would have already told Kirk Im quitting, I’ve had offers and I’ve taken a job to work for Foo Fighters. I can’t stay here knowing the history we have.

The time I had with you had been the greatest year of my life. I never did think that we would be parting ways like this, but I understand. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. Your child deserves the best life they could get. I knew you could never be fully mine, but I will always be yours. I wish nothing but the best for you and your kid. I hope you don’t forget me, I won’t ever forget you. I love you James Alan Hetfield.

If things end up not working out, or if you just need a friend sometime, call me. I’ll always pick up for you. (***-***-****).

-Yours always and forever

Y/N Y/L/N

As James read over the note, he didn’t both holding back his own tears. He knew he could never just be friends with her. She was the only woman he never had an issue with opening up to. She was the only woman who actually listened to him with whatever it was, and as bad as he felt about it, she was the only woman he truly did love. And now she was gone…

______________

2002

“Jesus Christ Francesca! Nothing is fucking wrong! I had a rough day is all!!” James finally snapped at the woman who had been preying at him for the past 15 minutes, ever since he walked through the door.

“I know that’s not it James! You haven’t been happy in months!” Francesca shot back at him.

“You know, you’re right! I haven’t been happy in months, I haven’t been happy with you for months!” James snapped. That was a lie. He hasn’t truly been happy with her for years…ever since Y/N left. He loved his kids, they were the only reason he was sticking around with her.

“What do you mean yo-“ Francesca started.

“Mommy? Daddy?” Cali came creeping into the room.

James took a breath at the sight of his daughter. “Hi baby, what’s up?” James walked over to the child, kneeling down to her level.

“Why are you and mommy fighting…?” Cali practically whispered. Her and Castor could hear them from downstairs.

“We aren’t fighting baby.” Francesca intervened.

“Yea baby, we aren’t fighting. We’re just talking loudly.” James nodded along with his wife. “What’s up?” James further asked.

“Me and Castor are hungry.” Cali softly asked with a small smile.

“Well your mom can go down and make you guys something to eat ok?” James got an immediate grin from the girl. He needed Francesca away from him right now. He just needed a breather.

“Yea, come on baby.” Francesca didn’t bother looking at James as she took her daughter’s hand and started back downstairs.

______________

James groaned as he practically threw himself on his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. He knew this wasn’t working anymore. He knew this hadn’t been working with Francesca for a long time now. They’ve been arguing, sleeping in separate beds for a time James couldn’t even remember. But he hasn’t truly been happy in this marriage for a long time. He loved Francesca, but he knew he only loved her as a friend. As much as he’s been forcing himself to love her as his wife the way he used to, he knew she wasn’t the woman he loved. But he loved his kids, he didn’t want them to think their dad didn’t care about them if he left their mom, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.

James laid here for a solid 10 minutes before a sentence rang though his ears. “ I love you James Hetfield.” 𝘏𝘦𝘳 voice rang though his ears. The woman he thought about for the past 4 years, the woman he missed, the woman he loved, her voice rang though his ears as if she was right there next to him.

James decided to just say “fuck it”. He’s kept himself from calling her for so many years, he 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 to at least hear her voice right now. Opening his bedside drawer, James pulled out that note she left him 4 years ago. He was amazed that Francesca hadn’t found it yet. He always kept it close to him. He remembered it word for word.

James immediately went down to the last small paragraph. “If things end up not working out, or if you just need a friend sometime, call me. I’ll always pick up for you. (***-***-****).”

James was hoping she still meant what she wrote as he grabbed his phone, flipped it open, and started dialing the number she had written down. He didn’t even know if she still had this number. He didn’t know if she would even pick up.

The phone rang a few times before the other line was picked up. “Hello…?” James knew that voice. It was her voice. He was hoping he hadn’t woken her just based on how tired she sounded.

“Hello?” Y/N asked again after a few moments of silence.

“Hey Y/N.” James could hear how she shot up from what he could assume was her bed.

“J-James?” Y/N sounded shocked yet also happy to hear from him.

James smiled, “hi pretty girl.” James spoke just loud enough for the girl to hear as he laid back on his bed smiling ear to ear.

[rocknbolan]

Not at all comprehensive list of rock star relationships.

Skid Row: (Cause that's MY band bishes.)

Sebastian Bach: Axl Rose, Rachel Bolan Rachel Bolan: Sebastian Bach, Scotti Hill Scotti Hill: Snake Sabo, Rachel Bolan Snake Sabo: Scotti Hill Rob Affuso: Not on this site. Do not let him on this site he is innocent. (we're a little insular here if you can't tell)

Guns 'n' Roses: Axl Rose: Sebastian Bach Steven Adler: Duff McKagan Duff McKagan: Steven Adler Slash: Nikki Sixx Izzy Stradlin: Letti

Hanoi Rocks:

Razzle Dingley: Michael Monroe Michael Monroe: Razzle Dingley Sami Yaffa: Nasty Nasty: Sami Yaffa

Motley Crue: Vince Neil: Tommy Lee Tommy Lee: Vince Neil Nikki Sixx: Slash Mick Mars: ??? (Maybe the hookah smoking caterpillar knows.)

Cinderella: Tom Keifer Eric Brittingham Eric Brittingham: Tom Keifer Fred Coury: ??? (Go ask Alice, I think she knows.)

Poison:

Bret Michaels: C.C. Deville

Bon Jovi:

Jon Bon Jovi: Ritchie Sambora Ritchie Sambora: Jon Bon Jovi

Nirvana:

Kurt Cobain: Courtney Love Krist Novoselic: Melissa Auf de Maur Dave Grohl: ??? (An anon maybe?) Hole:

Courtney Love: Kurt Cobain Melissa Auf de Maur: Krist Novoselic

Metallica: James Hetfield: ??? (I'm not asking he bites I hear.) Ron McGovney: ??? (An enigma wrapped in bacon) Lars Ulrich: Kirk Hammet Kirk Hammet: Lars Ulrich Jason Newstead: Marcus Marcus (last name?): Jason Newstead Cliff Burton: Nancy Burton Nancy Burton: Cliff Burton

Megadeth: Dave Mustaine: Marty Friedman Nick Menza: ??? (Tell me for the Vine.) Marty Friedman: Dave Mustaine

If there are others I don't know! Enlighten me so I can add it here.

[kirk-hammett-bl0g]

why did u reblog a post of jason newstead as a maid?

its NEWSTED snd becauze i wanted to now im gonna pin it

[spacenintendogs]

IH MY GOD TODAY IS ROBERT TRUJILLO'S BIRTHDAY

i'm going to be obnoxious so this is your warning now lol

[catts-world]

[electrificata]

Is it more embarrassing for people to think im wearing this metallica t shirt ironically or for them to know that im wearing it because ive listened to Ride the Lightning dozens of times and think that the people who stopped listening to them after the black album are chumps because everyone knows they went sharply downhill after bassist cliff burton's death in a tour bus crash in 1986, because hetfield, ulrich, and hammet allowed their grief to poison their relationship with replacement jason newstead, and therefore to bury his bass track so far in the mix on ...And Justice For All that its essentially undetectable, rendering the album's overall sound tinny and unlistenable (even if hammet is doing some of the best blues/NWOBHM-influenced soloing of his career)