Never have I ever felt the solid concrete beneath my feet move to the pulsating bass of music. That is, until I attended Movement Electronic Music Festival in Detroit (or as I’ll call it in this post, DEMF). Although I love music, my concert résumé is skeletal and until that weekend, the list below my “Music Festival” heading was blank. That’s why the sheer power of the music moved me. Maybe that’s why they call it Movement?