THE BEAT GOES ON

DAYTON, OH —“Maximum Occupancy: 110” says the sign high up on the wall of the Walnut Hills Bar, and by a conservative estimate, I’d say at least 108 of said occupants are standing right in our laps. But we can’t complain; Teresa and I drove the 50 miles up here just to catch the last-gang-in-town rock ’n’ roll realities of Human Switchboard, and if it takes putting up with the sardine ambience of a neo-Caveman Club to do that, well, bring on the reality sandwiches.