I didn't drink a Scotch
I sorta have a rule that any time I see a dude in a sequined black jumpsuit don a helmet with a phone attached to it and play some wicked country blues licks while singing and kicking a drum and cymbal, I have to tell the world about it.
Bob Log III sizzled last night at Bourbon Street. Scott Biram threw a couple of strong punches, too. And Grafton rules. Over and out.
