Minneapolis is a mythical city, more-so than one might expect. On the surface, it's robust in hipster haircuts incorporating "the fade." Yet, beyond its bike path greeneries, there is an underbelly -- one which feeds itself on Crowley's Tarot. A city whose inhabitants dress themselves two weeks ahead of weather trends, for not a day goes by, even in July, where there isn't a thought of Garrison Keillor on Lake Wobegon, in the middle of Winter. It's good to explore a city so irrepressible, yet all the while, unacknowledged -- for its sanskrit, espresso and mysticism. 💫
pre-show festival palomino
