Thursday, June 20, 2019
In 2009, after proclaiming My Shit Is Perfect (Voodoo Rhythm Records), NME noted that this racy rocketman summoned women from the audience to stir his whiskey with their tits.
Brace yourselves for a mind-blowing set of finger-picked, steel-string blues and heavy rock played by a wild man in a human-cannonball jumpsuit and full-face racing helmet rigged with a telephone receiver as a mic.
Yes, it’s Tucson’s own Bob Log III at 191 Toole. Details here.