Author Archives: Bob the Chiropodist

I first got to see my heroes The Stranglers in 1979 – a present for my 15th birthday and faithfully went to see them on every tour until the ’10’ LP by which time I’d lost the faith……& so had … Continue reading →

There is a great tradition in reggae music to do cover versions. You can argue about the pros and cons of cover versions and we all have our favourites but turning any song into a Jamaican skank is usually a … Continue reading →

The last time I went to the Town and Country Club in Leeds was in December 1998 to see Gomez (it wasnt until they did a cover of the Door Soul Kitchen that I realised how much Ben Ottewell sounded … Continue reading →

My brother Steve is a Medical Doctor who is lucky enough to be invited now and again to lecture at the Medical School on the Caribbean island of Grenada. Coming home from one such trip last year, he was reading … Continue reading →

tunes he explained and otherwise Im just a novelty act so we let him off. Again, the most extraordinary noise was generated by layering sound on sound His Yiddish hymn that ended up with a jungle beat was awesome. A novelty maybe, but one that should be on everyones Christmas list.

Bob Log III was hanging around before the gig without his helmet on by a wee stall selling his CDs Which one should I buy Bob? Well, the first ones pretty fucked up and the 2nd one is really loud and this ones got a couple of new tracks and a recording from a gig on it Ill have the fucked up one please!.

Its hard to describe his act but hes sort of like Seasick Steve, only a snappier dresser – with a space helmet on. The black tie get up soon came off to reveal a tight black suit with LOG written in sequins on the back of his shirt. Hes funny and makes a wonderful racket on the guitar with both hands doing the work of two men. After encouraging the audience to buy him drinks, he then accused us of trying to get him drunk.

On I want your shit on my leg he usually gets two women up from the audience to sit on his knees whilst he bobs them up and down playing the drums and cymbals with his feet. The BSC was unfortunately lacking women with the moral fibre so a couple of guys got up I dont smell no perfume he shouted as they approached and after expressing his initial disappointment he let them get on board as long as we didnt tell anyone (sorry Bob).

His leadless guitar allowed him to walk through the audience at the end and keep right on playing till he was in the dressing room What a night!

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