Bob Log came. Bob Log saw. Bob Log asked us to shit down his leg.
To say that Bob Log kicked ass is an illustration of words not doing a show justice.
To say you missed a fantastic show is less a declaration and more of me pointing and laughing at you, the lazy masses of the Tampa/St. Pete music scene.
So yeah, Bob Log came and, in typical fashion, Tampa/St. Pete didn't.
Bob Log fucking ruled.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I'm gonna let James' photos do the rest of the talking since all I wanna talk about is how shitty the Bay area's music scene is and how sick I am of making excuses for it ... It rained. Gasparilla is 278 days away, etc. etc. etc. But before I go, lemme ask you, Tampa, lemme ask you St. Pete: Why is it Orlando's music scene can be so damned good and ours so freaking shitty?