It doesn't matter where you come from or where you're headed — if you make the inner-city scene Saturday night, you make Back Door Bamby at The Vagabond. Why? Well, for one thing, because it's a party with a pedigree, and there are damn few of those left anymore. And for another, because there might be no place left in town where a bevy of absolute crazies and kooks are not only encouraged to come out and wreak havoc, but also paid to do so. Mostly, though, if you hit BDB, it's because a dame named DJ Shannon is holding court in the club's main room, booming the kinda bounce that brings the weekend to its knees — and... More >>>