It's well past 2 a.m., and the crowd at Pianos looks like a ragged band of refugees from an alcoholic front line. Up by the stage, a shirtless guy jumps excitedly up and down. To the side, a group of German tourists slug another round of PBRs and nearly knock each other over dancing. Others cluster around the back bar, knocking back shots. Meanwhile, a cracked version of Prince's "When Doves Cry" fills the room, with house beats clanging beneath the recognizable but distorted vocal line as a lion stalks a gazelle on a... More >>>