Bob Log III with Dixied The Emons @ Shinjuku Loft (5th Feb '04)
Dip it Right Here, Darlin' - part 2 -
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His appearance alone (from the neck down: half Davey Crockett, half Boogie Nights, from the neck up, Evel Keneval in an F16) is proof enough that this is no ordinary bluesman. No, this bizarre specimen has as much Del McCoury and Alain Jourgenson as he has Mississippi Fred McDowell. Bluegrass, Industrial Speed Metal and Delta Blues embrace each other at Log performances, and this one is no exception (think of a steroid-addled Rev. Horton Heat on the Bayou -times ten). |

No one was eager to volunteer, so Sasha gets to work chatting up bystanders and pushing them towards the stage. Still, no one is keen. Females do this best, but Bob isn't above a "dude boob" doing the trick. Finally a girl comes forward, but only goes as far as getting the front of her shirt wet.
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It wasn't long before the crowd was yelping and stomping like a squaredance in Hell. Screams, smiles and scotch were all in abundance, I soon discovered. More than one bottle of Maker's Mark was going around the crowd. One of the purveyors was Sasha, a fan and friend of Bob's who was filming the melee' on a Pixel vision camera.
Soon came Bob's classic, "Boob Scotch".Anyone who's seen Log before knows what that means: someone has to put their boob in Bob's drink.
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That's good enough for Bob, though, and after he gulps down his nipple-kissed firewater, we're off on another wicked hayride of chicken-fried riffs and tarmac-coated distortion.
To close the show, Log pulls out his most popular trick. Log looks though the crowd for two female volunteers to sit on his knees while he plays. This time, he has plenty to choose from. After they are selected, the nubile duo plop down in Bob's lap, ready to ride. The final number bounces along like the two girls on Bob's knees, and before you know it, he's off to the screams of the crowd and I'm being whisked backstage for an interview.
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report by jinki and photo by nachi |
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