I’ve cycled past Traxs Studios in a residential South Minneapolis neighborhood many times. Today, I stopped and Googled it. It has no Internet presence and just a handful of mentions with no further explanation.
I peered through the front door into a hallway lit by a single lightbulb. The decor looked like it belonged in a 1970s basement. Water-damaged ceiling tiles reinforced the basement vibe.
On the left, there was a window that suggested a recording studio beyond. Straight ahead, there was a blackboard and an antique gramophone. Messages on the blackboard encouraged timely payment of rent, discouraged smoking, and asked that the neighbors be respected. A modern vending machine on the right offered headsets (top) and soft drinks (bottom).
Traxs Studios has apparently been around for a long time, but it has left almost no tracks online. The mystery endures.
