Softcore slide-guitar maniac Bob Log III loves him some boobs, live
and on record. Forever clad in a motorcycle helmet, the Tucson native
makes female (and sometimes even male) mammaries the stars of his show.
Whether he’s belting out “Clap Your Tits” with the crowd’s fleshy
accompaniment, or drinking some “Boob Scotch,” Log stays on point
throughout, with his famed “monkey paw” right hand decimating his
guitar. Decked out like a deranged Evel Knievel, Log sings dirty dirges
through a gritty mike attached to the inside of his helmet, and keeps
time using only a kick drum and cymbal. Breast fetishes and stage
theatrics aside, he’s one helluva slide player whose primitive
sensibility draws not only a fervent rockabilly following but a small
blues contingent that digs on his ghostly howl.
This article appears in May 21-27, 2009.