I grabbed my media pass and headed inside to meet Teddy (our photographer). We made sure to handle our duties and headed off to the underground stage. Headless Horsemen was playing and the music was beating with my soul. I remembered being here two years ago stomping my feet with my friends like it was our last time dancing. I don't even remember who was playing.

At Movement, everyone is so talented that when you go you should just follow where your soul tells you to go. At the Pyramid Stage, we caught a little bit of Dusky. Somehow we found our way to the top of the stone hill that overlooks the water. The sun elegantly began to settle into the night. Dusky delivered until the very end. We heard all different acts from Larry Head aka Mr. Fingers, Nicole Moudaber, The Belleville Three, Carl Craig, and much more. Richie Hawtin closed Saturday night with amazing music and the stage production that looked like we were in a sci-fi movie. As the saying goes, “There is Richie Hawtin and then there is Richie Hawtin in Detroit.”

Saturday left and Sunday came with rain. My eyes were glued to main stage. Joseph Capriati's music moved everyone to the point a man got down on one knee and asked for a young beautiful women's hand in marriage. Everyone clapped and hugged the new couple. Friends, family and festival goers all wished them well. Soon after joy came the raging rain that halted Test Pilot's set. Joel entertaining us with his humor as we waited thirty minutes for him to play.

After a long wait, he began to play. Then 20 minutes into the set, boom...the sound went out. Everyone sighs and Joel is on the mic again. Immediately the problem is fixed and then less then ten minutes later boom out again. Guess who is one the mic again, Joel. I find Joel to be funny but for the first time in a long time I just wanted him to shut up and play already. After much waiting what we all wanted to be a full hour and half set we got half an hour. Thanks rain, wrong timing.