The year is 1978. Jimmy Carter’s the President. Our band was playing music for men and women who worked their asses off all day and still had the energy to dance their asses off all night. The scene included downtown joints like Pumps or neighborhood watering holes like The Urban Lounge, The Black Playboy Club on University or the 505 Club out on Army …
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