Last Friday, I had the fortune of watching The Federales' live perform at the KJ's hideaway. It was marvelous. The place was a surprise for me because I NEVER party in St. Paul, never. Since adopting Minneapolis as my place, I was indoctrinated to find St. Paul boring. Yuck, yuck, St. Paul. Nothing happens in St. Paul. Do people even live in St. Paul? People only work and sleep, work and sleep in St. Paul, repeat. To find such a music hub in St. Paul was an amazing surprise, so I decided that I have to write about it (and perhaps give St. Paul a new look). 

Holaaa, folks. Another not-that-cold week but not-warm-enough one for Spring? Shot me in the head, please. This early Spring rain sucks, but you know what doesn't suck? The Mill Museum. You heard (read) me well! The perfect adventure for a week like this (because I would never recommend it over drinking tap beer on a patio or just hanging out with your fellas during a sunny day). Let's get back on track because I'm not kidding, folks, museum and mill can actually be together in the same phrase as the words almost fun. 

How to describe this recording of Tash Sultana's Notion at the NPR tiny desk concert? It has to be labeled as supernatural as it's a piece of music that, in my opinion, just doesn't belong to this World. To watch Tash Sultana jumping barefoot between several looping pedals is just nuts. Her voice also reaches an intensity that I cannot find in any other recording of this song. Which makes my mind wander about the unique mixture of circumstances that made this recording a reality. To listen Tash Sultana signing hallelujah with her jimmy-Hendrix-kind-of arrangements in the solo. Watch from 07:30 (or just from the beginning, you will not regret it). 

I've seen a ton of shit at the Walker Art Center. I mean, weird shit, folks. "Muchas weas" in colloquial Chilean dialect. Cause we are lucky to have such a marvelous place in Minneapolis, which is free on Thursdays (who would have said that such a communist idea as free entertainment would be financed by a big corporation like Target. I'm losing the point, folks). Shen Xin's last work gets the crown of the weirdest "weas" in the city, and I think that's beautiful. You will freak out too, I think that is the point. You will not only watch art, but you will also live a full 5 1/2 sensorial happening or something. Uff dah. Hold my cup. 

For the last few months, I can only think about one local painter when I hear about abstract expressionism art. Gena Cohen's work is the embodiment of deconstructing shapes into abstract forms. To carry on her craft into the canvas, watching Gena is like having the fortune of spotting a sailor catching ideas and shapes in the thin air.