Eric B.
Yelp
i had a bit of a moment on the first day of the demf this year.
standing on the intersection of woodward and jefferson, seeing the statue of joe louis' fist, the spirit of detroit, the gear, the hart plaza sign and hearing one of detroit's many gifts to the world made me get very emotional. you see, yelp, my first time to detroit was in 2003. i wasn't over a girlfriend that had left me, i hated my living situation, school wasn't going well, i didn't have much of a job to speak of, and the only thing that could be construed as a positive was my car. it looked like a piece of shit, but that mitsubishi was a trooper to the very end. i drove that very car from murfreesboro, tennessee to indianapolis, indiana. met up with a friend at the time and took off to detroit. i had heard a few mixes and tunes that i liked, but that weekend i forgot about everything in the world and fell in love with techno and with detroit. that weekend in 03 was FAR and away the best weekend of my life and detroit and hart plaza were directly responsible for it.
so yes, now you see why i got a touch mushy nine days ago waiting to cross the street. this is such a great piece of public land that many cities just don't have the luxury of having, detroit. it's almost as though this venue was made for the demf. so manageable, and every stage is so isolated from the others. and this year was ultra loud, detroit. i'm sure windsor complained a lot this year... but you heard no bleeding from stage to stage. the fountain attracted revelers like a uv light attracts mosquitos, but rather than burning up the party-goes they got soaked. i'm sure each of them laughed every time they got splashed on, and i'm sure that memory will stick with them until it's all over.
there were a few times i walked away from a stage and walked out to the main... erm... hallway(?) that led to the fountain and had a look to take it all in and smile.
defend detroit.
eric b