DEAD HOT AND RIPE BUT WILL THE TALENTED TEMPE BAND MISS ITS HARVEST SEASON?
Tempe on a Friday night. Mill Avenue, the main drag, is a warm, yeasty environment, alive with frat rats, gang wanna-bes, packs of young women from the dorms and mom-and-pop tourists in the kind of ugly madras shorts that only Ohioans bring to the desert. A shaggy transient toting a…