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.
Mark Insley with Damon Barnaby perform outlaw Americana, and a little taste of the devil’s music, at Iron John’s Brewing Company. Details here.