“Log paid his ladyfriends to smack their breasts for the percussive element on songs such as ‘Clap Your Tits’ and ‘Booby Trap’.”
Fans of Kool Keith, like me, need little more to commend a musician than a certifiable history of psychiatric disturbance and a fondness for tits. I’ve no proof Bob Log would benefit from an icepick lobotomy but here’s the case for:
- He plays drums with his feet.
- He wears a blue lame catsuit
- He performs in a crash helmet with a telephone handset glued to it
Nothing further your honor.
His web-presence, which also has a hefty whiff of crazy, includes not safe for TV versions of videos for “Clap Your Tits” and “Boob Scotch”.
I’ve tried it and it’s as delicious as it looks.
sheesh - and people think I have a one-track mind.
not that i’m complaining. but daymn.
Rich - One track mind. I see what you did there…
I have a friend that paid Bob Log to fly into town for his birthday party, no joke. He actually agreed to do an interview with me for my podcast but then moved to Australia for 6 months. Crazy awesome guy.
thank you, i’ll be here all week, don’t forget to tip the waitstaff…
Bob Log is one amazing live act, and a killer slide guitarist. Run, don’t walk, to the venue when he’s in your town.
Aesthetic Apparatus did this appropriately boobtastic poster for him a while back.
So many hardcore Bob Log fans. You’re supposed to tell me about this stuff…