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words by Jarrod DeArmitt

One man, John Chriest, sits slouched on chair. There’s a guitar and microphone. There’s a pedal board
and a small amplifier. And then suddenly there’s more. The world in which the music of Ivory Weeds
lives is one where sound and silence twist, tumble, and splay out like a tangled glacier. It’s the music of
late nights, soft light, and intimate memories. The waltz becomes fevered. There is no room left on the
walls or the ceiling. The dance floor is full. Chriest, unmoving, pulls you into that chair just as everything
begins to crash, and the song folds in on itself. It’s quiet. Breathe in. Release.

Fellow member of the newly minted Monalloh Foundry, a Pittsburgh Based Creative Collective.

Witness TM EYE laying down their special sauce – old school techno that gets stuck in your head for days.