June 1, 2010 – The streets of downtown Detroit are quiet on a Thursday night in late March. I'm walking even though I've been told not to; the hotel wanted to drive me to the venue just a half-mile away.In front of a shuttered office building, a man in a hooded sweatshirt yells at his girlfriend. Or maybe she isn't his girlfriend. He's young but carries a cane, which he wields like a club. Otherwise, there's no one around, until I turn the corner toward the Fillmore Detroit.Suddenly: life. The bars near the theater are packed. A line of people curves around the building. The street is barricaded and filled with tour buses and black-clad roadies carrying walkie-talkies.

May 20, 2010 – The streets of downtown Detroit are quiet on a Thursday night in late March. I'm walking even though I've been told not to; the hotel wanted to drive me to the venue just a half-mile away. In front of a shuttered office building, a man in a hooded sweatshirt yells at his girlfriend. Or maybe she isn't his girlfriend. He's young but carries a cane, which he wields like a club. Otherwise, there's no one around, until I turn the corner toward the Fillmore Detroit. Suddenly: life. The bars near the theater are packed. A line of people curves around the building. The street is barricaded and filled with tour buses and black-clad roadies carrying walkie-talkies.