More Adventures in the Rose City

Banjo headed out on the town a few nights past, looking for the cure to that which ailed him. In need was he of trouble, booze, ladies, and rock n roll. He found all at the Doug Fir Lounge. And while the booze was delicious, the ladies were scantily clad, and the air for trouble was ripe with shit-talking, he was treated to a most spectacular broke-down, raunchy, punky-blues, rock 'n' roll one-man-band performance by this guy...





Bob Log III.
"I'm Bob Log and this is my GUITAR! WOOOOOO! GODDAMN!"
And then he TORE it the FUCK UP! on his cheap guitar and foot operated drum kit. Most awesome indeed.
You can find his music here: Bob Log's Myspace Jamboree

And then the show was over. Log left. The wasted, semi-hot ladies that had once dipped their bare breasts in Log's scotch on the rocks whilst on stage, dressed and headed out as well. And so Banjo peaced. Drunk. And awesome. On his fancy bike. And with an impending voyage longer than a live Jimmy Page guitar wank-off. Dreading such an unfortunate affair, Banjo fiercely cursed the night and those that made his Italian legs so damn small. But all was well, as he discovered this magical place on the journey to his new home...



Banjo was low on cash and unfortunately not in the mood for an eight-ball, but he's glad to know such a special place exists so close to home.