I Explore the Movement 2025 Fringe in the Hoods Closest to My Home
Britt Solo Scores a Solo Show at Detroit Heals Detroit
Saturday, May 24, 2025 at 6.52 p.m. The Subtle Seven Bus 7.
Moraine and Lansdowne
Denby Neighborhood
Detroit, Michigan
I was wondering what to do with the evening. I noticed an art opening on Alcoy Street, A-L-C-O-Y. I've always wondered about Alcoy Street. The Subtle Seven bus passes Alcoy on 7 Mile. It's one of those neighborhood streets, a few miles west of Gratiot. I wondered what could possibly be happening on Alcoy Street.
I dug in a little further. I discovered that a social enterprise called Detroit Heals Detroit had set up shop in a brick bungalow. I saw the brick bungalow on Google Maps using Street View. The bungalow didn't look promising. The windows were covered with plywood.
When I finally got to the webpage for Detroit Heels Detroit, I noticed that the bungalow had undergone a total renovation. It cost me $20 in advance to visit this event. I felt like chipping into the community pot tonight. Plus, I wanted to see the art work of Britt Solo.
After my visit to Detroit Heals Detroit, I might go to an art collective called Talking Dolls. The workshop on Davidson has held some impressive exhibitions, including a celebration of the life of Malcolm X. At this event, the collective calls this three day weekend event The Potluck.
I missed most of the Potluck programming today. I just didn't want to be running around after going everywhere last week. I always give myself the option of just staying home for some rest and self-care.
I also might head down to the Hastings Street Ballroom. The ballroom stays open 24-7 through the Movement 2025 Festival. I believe they're set up to help people that overdo it in the pursuit of their trancy groove.
And I'm not dissing people for wanting to slip into an alternative state of reality. I felt this state creeping and creeping and creeping into my consciousness during the hour I spent at the black light painting exhibition at the Voyeur Bordello. Sometimes we can't handle too much reality, and we have to dance.
Calimera Park
C-A-L-I-M-E-R-A
7:41 PM.
I'm chalking this up to experience. I arrived at the community house on Alcoy. A-L-C-O-Y. And I found two people standing on the lawn. They were talking. I didn't see anyone in the backyard. Didn't see anyone on the porch.
And then I took a closer look at the invitation. The event had begun at 3 and ended at 6, and I was strolling up right about 7:15 PM.
I have to admit that the house and property looked great. I rang the doorbell a few times, hoping that someone was still inside, but I got no answer. I would have loved to have seen the yard. Outdoors, they had a little hutch, and inside they had shelves of canned goods and beans. A blessing box, I believe it's called.
Kroger
Grosse Pointe, Michigan
The Village
10:03 PM
I caught an Uber a short distance to Talking Dolls, a collective and art studio on Davidson, near the border of Hamtramck, to be honest. I was excited to see the Malcolm X exhibit still on the walls. I got a good look at the collection, although I found myself doing the excuse me dance with all the people in the gallery who were there for stir fry from the food vendors.
I did a walk through the performance hall. A few DJs were spinning records and chanting hip hop anthems, and I enjoyed what I heard. I went out to the garden behind the studio. It was the only place I could find an open seat. The whole event was very popular.
A man approached me, and I was asked, “Are you a carpenter?” And I really wondered why I would be asked that question in particular. My acquaintance explained, “It's the hat you're wearing. That's my union.”
And I said, “Oh, you're with the Carpenters Union!” I had to explain that my School to Tools hat came from the union's outreach for apprentices, which is called School of the Tools.
And I was happy to learn that in two short weeks, he will graduate from apprentice status to journeyman status. This is really like graduating from college. It's a big deal.
I wondered, and I asked Arthur, “How do you connect with Talking Dolls?”
And Arthur said, “Well, not only am I an apprentice, but I'm an inspector with the city, and I'm also a designer of wooden art sculptures.”
I said, “You're a busy guy.” And Arthur gave me a fist bump and said, “I've got to be.”
I enjoyed the scene there, but I thought I'd try for something different. So I rushed to catch the Magic McNichols Bus 32. Soon, I found myself in the Kroger.
I picked up a pint of ice cream for a good price, and a serving of California rolls. I'm pretty sure I did much better with my little picnic than I would have done had I gone for pasta at the place that makes its own pasta. It's a little chilly out here on the park bench, but I'm still enjoying myself greatly.
Documenting Dreams
It seems like you're trying to debrief a dream you had!
Here's a combined summary of your dream elements:
You were on a journey, trying to fall asleep, when one of the medics approached you. You were impressed that the medic looked like a member of an American-based Indian tribe, leading you to think they had connections to both Native American and European heritage healing. The medic then touched the side of your chest near your left lung.
It hit me. My brother Matthew visited me in my dream to deliver a healing touch.
Britt Solo Goes Solo