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Bob Log III

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

8:00 pm

$12.00 ADVANCE | $14.00 DOOR

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BOB LOG III

Bob Log III is an American, Slide Guitar, One Man Band. During performances, he plays old silvertone archtop guitars, wears a full body cannonball man suit, and a helmet wired to a telephone which allows him to devote his hands and feet to guitar and drums. The spectacle has been described as a guitar dance party, full of sweaty smiles, jumps and kicks. Touring over 150 shows a year in more than 30 countries, Log and his guitar never, ever quit. Bob Log’s version of quick Delta blues is a continuation the sound that Bob Log and Thermos pioneered in the duo, Doo Rag.

The major differences are: greater emphasis on guitar showmanship, and drumming one-man-band-style-with his feet. It sounds like three drummers, two guitar players, and one sort of singer. Based in Tucson, Arizona, and Melbourne, Australia, he has made frequent tours of North America, Europe, Japan and Australia, Mexico, and Iceland.

When Bob Log III was a child, he lost his left hand in a boating accident. It was soon replaced with a monkey paw, and a new guitar style was born. “It’s my own personal style, see,” Log says, “the paw moves much quicker than a normal hand, so my real hand has to flop around a lot to compensate.” And what about the helmet? “What helmet?” he asks, his voice muffled by a helmet. Bob Log III is an enigma wrapped in a riddle and riding a wave of futile guessing and searching as people around the globe are trying to figure out just one thing. Who is this man? Rumours have started to circulate that he is anyone from Tom Waits to one of the Strokes. “He’s Bob Log, an enigma.” a spokesperson told NME. “He’s not one of The Strokes. None of them have monkey paws.” The chances that his identity will be found in our lifetime are slim, but this one man, bass drum/slide guitar, band continues to mystify everyone who hears him play. As long as there are bars, Bob Log will be there ready to let a lady sit in his lap, or if they’re lucky, allow them to slip a boob in his scotch.