Bob Log III is a one man band slide guitar party. A perverse product of the Arizona desert, Bob Log III has been diligently travelling the globe since 1996, showcasing his incomparable talents and developing a devoted following along the way. A whirlwind of dexterous limbs and digits, this super star sonic showman has to be seen to be believed. Clad in his cannonball man, extra tight jumpsuit and signature motorcycle helmet with telephone/microphone attached, Bob Log III unfailingly sweats up a river while kicking on a kick drum, stomping his homemade foot cymbal and playing slide on an old archtop guitar. His endless pursuit for musical mayhem and a downright party has seen his unique talents utilized for children’s birthday parties, obscure beer barns, mammoth music festivals and everything in between. Yet, beyond these mesmerizing visuals, lies the true reason for Bob Log’s international cult status and superhero adoration. It is quite simply the guitar playing - finger picked lightning, sliding up and down, stopping when it wants to, then starting again when it feels like it, all in a way that makes people move uncontrollably, smile and reel. Excerpts from an unpublished journal – The Adventures of Bob Log III and His Faithful Guitar, by The Guitar: Chapter 39 HELP! 162 shows this year! 30 Countries! My strings hurt! My nut aches! My volume knob was broken by a Swedish girl’s butt! I don’t even know where we are right now. We have been doing this for 12 years! One man, kicking shit and playing guitar! He never stops! EVER! People keep smiling, dancing, sweating, dancing…… I am covered in beer! His suit smells so bad! QUOTES AND TESTIMONIALS And now let’s hear some actual words from notable people who know and love, or at least know Bob Log III… TOM WAITS "And then there’s this guy named Bob Log, you ever heard of him? He’s this little kid — nobody even 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.” ROBERT PLANT “Dear Bob, it’s been ages since Sweden.” POISON IVY (The Cramps) “If you do that again, we are kicking you off the tour.” FRANZ FERDINAND (Nick) “… Can I ride in your car?” BLOWFLY “Bob Log, you play guitar by yourself, you play drums by yourself, you drive yourself, but I bet you need help to masturbate.” GARY NUMAN “Hello” WEEN “Can I have one of your sandwiches?” SHARON JONES “Bob Log, you can use my dressing room. Wait…let me get you a towel.” SHONEN KNIFE “Can we sit your knee?” CHRISTINA SPENCER (BOSS HOG) “Can I wear your suit? Oh, wait…nevermind.” SAHARA HOT NIGHTS “We’re not mad! Really! We love Bob Log!” (in a Swedish accent) T-MODEL FORD “Try playing THAT, mutha fucker! HEY! You sat on my sandwich!”