Press your hand to the ground in Detroit and you'll feel a pulse beating beneath this concrete jungle. Maybe in its primordial root, it comes from the automotive industry that built this fair city of ours in its glory years.
"Me and Yorg from Flashclash just ran into each other at the gas
station," says Randy Chabot, setting the stage for what sounds like a really futuristic tale of the festival's origins (insert sarcasm here).