Mick Boogie. Terry Urban.
A tiny, steamy, dark, basement dance floor. Enough booze to frighten even the most battle-tested liver. And a steady, surprising mix of some of the best damn songs ever played at my middle-school dances.
What better way to celebrate another Brady Quinn pre-season gem (or, more likely, a meteoric fall to reality) than I Got Five On It, Saturday night's old-school hip-hop-and-funk fiesta at Ohio City's Touch Supper Club
? -- Joe P. Tone