They call me Grandma Techno and take hundreds of pics of us together. They give me hugs and "kandi,” the beaded bracelets they make themselves. They clear a path so my mobility scooter and I can get up to the front of jam-packed stages, parting the crowds like the Red Sea. They help lift me out of my seat so I can stand to dance - while holding tight to the barricade - and boogie down beside me, grinning from ear-to-ear. They ask what I’m on and shake their heads in amazement when I answer “Nothing.” Over and over I hear, “It makes me so happy to see you here year after year. I want to be just like you when I grow up!”
I turned 74 in June 2016 and have not missed Detroit's electronic music festival since 2005. The photos you see here document all those years and, hopefully, will continue until I take my final breath.