What is there to say about that enigma that is body-suit wearing, motor-cycle helmet attired, four-bar-blues rocking Bob Log III? Well, you could say he likes his scotch stirred, not shaken…you could go further and say he likes something 'pink in his drink'…you could even call it a 'boob scotch' (well, that's what he calls it anyway). He may even ask you to 'boob' his scotch! You could say he's the bastard offspring of some boozed up biker and a grizzled old Delta blues howler, conceived in the baking Arizona desert to the sounds of Bo Diddley and AC/DC.

You could speculate that, on entering the world, he was wrapped in a full body jump suit and motor cycle helmet, which he may (or may not) have grown up in.

Or could you listen to Tom Waits who says, "And then there's this guy named Bob Log, you ever heard of him? He's this little kid - nobody ever knows how old he is - wears a motorcycle helmet and he has a microphone inside of it and he puts the glass over the front so you can't see his face, and plays slide guitar. It's just the loudest strangest stuff you've ever heard. You don't understand one word he's saying. I like people who glue macaroni on to a piece of cardboard and paint it gold. That's what I aspire to basically." Who's going to argue with Tom Waits? Bob Log III returns to our shores for not one, not two, but three shows in Cork on Sunday, September 21 at the Clonakilty Guitar Festival, Monday, September 22 at the Pine Lodge, Myrtleville and later that same night in the Crane Lane Theatre.

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