Surviving nine slugs may give a huge boost your hip-?hop credibility, but it doesn't mean squat on the Texas roadhouse circuit, where Austin's Scott H. Biram redefined invincibility. The blues-?hollering one-?man band didn't merely live through a head-?on collision with an 18-?wheeler travelling at 120 km/h, he played a gig at the Continental Club just six weeks after his crumpled carcass was airlifted from the wreckage. Good thing headliner Bob Logg III is wearing a helmet for his upcoming Horseshoe gig - he'll need it when Biram gets those six mega-?watt amps of his cranked up for the opening set Monday (July 28). $12. 416-?598-?4753.
What's the upside and the downside of being a one-?man band?
It's a great thing if you're a visionary because you don't have to step aside for anyone - there are no other egos to deal with. The big drawback is having to move all the equipment yourself each night.
Have you ever seen Bob Logg III without his helmet on?
Only once, and he had his back to me. You know when Darth Vader took off his helmet in The Empire Strikes Back his head was all grey and scaly? It was kinda like that.
When was the last time you cried?
I admit I got a little teary-?eyed while standing in front of Leadbelly's guitar at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Seeing it there alongside a jacket worn by John Lee Hooker and Muddy Waters's guitar, I was overcome with emotion.
Who were your inspirations outside of the blues?
Woody Guthrie, Bill Monroe and Black Flag. The way Greg Ginn would yank out those notes just by feel made a lasting impression on me.
You scored a co-?starring role in the M.A. Littler film The Folk Singer, which just opened at the Deep Blues Music Festival.
Who knew you were an actor?
All the acting in the film was improvisational, and I just had to play myself. It's basically a bunch of people having conversations about anger, pain, sex, drugs, being on the road and whatever else we felt like talking about.
Could this be the start of a whole new career in film or television? You've already had your song Sweat & Murder used in My Name Is Earl, and the show could use some new blood.
Sure, I'd love to play Earl's fucked-?up cousin or something. "Hey, Earl, don't snort the Rolaids." I don't know how good I'd be at memorizing new scripts, but then again, I know the words to 600 songs so....
Can you recall anything you've done that might qualify you for the gig?
Playing chickenshit bingo at Ginny's Little Longhorn in Austin on Sunday afternoons. They put a big board with numbers on it over the pool table and a 2-?foot cage on top of that with a chicken inside. Everybody buys bingo cards. If the chicken shits on your numbers, you win!