By the time I was gigging in Detroit this house was no longer cranking out the hits. But we'd drive along W. Grand and understand that this is where it all went down, on the way to or from a gig that had nothing to do with Motown. Still, there was something about growing up knowing that the music was emanating from this place. My friend Dig used to crawl under the piano and take naps. It's a museum now and you should go check it out. There's a hotel right down the street. I mean there are plenty of places to stay in Detroit and it's a great town. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise.