I can still hear the beats in my head. The cyclical hum of the computer fan, the air conditioning, the patterns of bumps in the road on the way home.

I have this thing going with Detroit techno. It's my comfort zone, it's my family away from home. Our friends at Paxahau have pulled off a huge festival, well organized, as smoothly flowing as anything I've ever seen.

I had to leave because my ride home was tired, leaving behind Rich about to play yet another set, and a cute punk rocker girl who kept meowing and clawing at me. It was really, really hard to leave.

More thoughts later. This one will take a while to digest.