If you read Crossfade or New Times at all, you'll know that John Hood is a regular contributor (and a regular man-about-town). But long ago, before I was his "boss" (although nobody is really the Hood's boss), I happened upon one of his Thug Sinatra evenings, then at the old Harrison's steak restaurant on South Beach. For a classy group of people, renaissance man Hood crooned, Rat Pack-style, some decidedly un-classy songs. Rick Ross' "Hustlin,'" for instance, takes on new life when sung by a w
