Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Bob Log III, a delta bluesman that may actually live in a van down by the river. The cannon ball suit wearing slide guitar wiz gives the term of “one man band” a whole new meaning. He doesn’t only display some prowess on the slide guitar while belting out some non-sense lyrics through a custom contraption, made from an aviation helmet with a mic strapped to his head, he does that all while somehow managing to make use of a kick drum and hi-hat. Watching him play is like seeing Bo Diddley in a sequined jump suit sitting on the shoulders of his drummer while he has his mind in the gutter, hence one of better-known tracks, “Clap Your Tits.” The showman also takes audience participation to whole new level, inviting women and men to sit on his knees while he performs his signature “I Want Your Shit On My Leg.” Or he may just invite you to take a slip of his “Boob Scotch,” a shot of scotch stirred by his or a member of the audience’s nipple. For that night’s festivities no one had partaken of the “Boob Scotch,” but Bob Log III has about twenty shows left on his tour, so I’m sure someone is going to take the bait eventually.