July 27, 2006
his robert of logness
you'd be forgiven for thinking you were going to see a gentle balladeer, judging by this pic...
... but then the lights go up and the unit tuning on stage looks like this
pretty soon, this fine sweaty young gentleman is four-to-the-floor and it's all ...
and a bit of...
until, before you know it, our gentle troubadour has been driven to... *gasp* drink. scotch.
ladies and gents, i give you the shy, the retiring, the quiet... bob log III.
crowd were well and truly OWNED by the log man at the east last tuesday. forget one man band, he's a one man freaking rock circus, with the devil on his slide hand and angels in his sly asides, patter that got no less than FIVE svelte young lasses up to sit on his knee during hot bottleneck-thrash anthem 'sit on my knee'.
what. a. man/machine (love, naturally).
Posted by reuben at July 27, 2006 10:16 PM
WHERE WERE YOU.
Posted by: ms fits at July 27, 2006 11:23 PM
um, up front. with a camera.
i know you are both pretty AND brainy, fits.
Posted by: reuben at July 28, 2006 1:58 PM
no good can come of that man, you hear me? no good! made a deal with patrick . . . i will never dip my breast in a scotch so long as he doesn't write a book, on the cover of which he is leaning on his lettering. i thought both were equally unlikely. but if he does ever lean on his lettering, my boob is going straight into a tumbler of scotch! straight in! thanks for your awesomeness in melbourne! best fun ever, for me. xx
Posted by: linda at July 30, 2006 3:10 PM
i started reading geoff dyer's 'but beautiful' last night; his short riffs on jazz. he starts off talking about music photography - just photos of musicians, not necessarily playing - and he writes that you know a good photograph because you can hear the music, the shuffling of feet, the clinking of glasses, one of the band clearing their throat.
when i look at these ones i can hear an engine revving.
Posted by: clara of bow at August 1, 2006 8:49 PM