My gorgeous, no, stunning Minneapolis, Minnesota, better known as the Venice of the Midwest -well, disputed nickname by many and unknown to others- is also a cornerstone in the history of music. Undisputed fact. First, Minnesota handled Prince to us in a silver plate. From a metaphorical hot spring located between First Avenue and Paisley Park studios, royal purple rain washed the fucking World. We owe you one, Minnesota; however, there is so much more. The Twin Cities (Minneapolis and St. Paul) have inspired several musicians. It's corners, streets, and highways. Musicians have also reimagined the Twin Cities in response, as throughout words, we agree in descriptions and vibes that reshape our perception of our common spaces. I find this fascinating. 

Art-A-Whirl happens to be one of the -if not the largest- open studio tours across the United States, taking place here, in Minneapolis. More specifically the Northeast neighborhood of our beloved city. What a great time of the year for Spring to stay for good. We are almost a week ahead of this great event, so I wanted to drop some words. 

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. 

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.

It has been a month and a half of being hooked to the Minneapolis songwriter rounds. Oh, boy. It has been a blast for so many reasons. Where should I start? A roulette of amazing musicians? No charge? It fucking happens every two weeks? Great selection of tap local beer at 331Club? Whoops, it's very harsh to pick just one. Keep reading.