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Getting There

Begin in Minneapolis, Minnesota, in the mid-1980s, at a building called Rifle Sport Gallery on the edge of downtown. You are nineteen, maybe twenty. Someone has handed you a beer. The music is doing something to the walls. The man running the sound equipment looks like he is conducting a private negotiation with the laws of physics. That man is Chris Strouth, and you have arrived.

If you missed that particular night — and statistically you did — there have been many others since. A 32-piece orchestra on a sinking barge in the Mississippi River during a tornado. A gallery transformed into a polar ice cave. A silent film about a French saint scored live in a historic cinema. A kidney transplant arranged on Twitter. Chris Strouth has been generating entry points for forty years. Pick one.

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What To Expect

Visitors to the world of Chris Strouth should be prepared for disorientation. This is not a warning — it is a recommendation. Strouth has spent four decades constructing immersive environments designed to relocate the listener from wherever they are to somewhere they could not have predicted. A concert hall becomes a polar ice field. A barge on the Mississippi River becomes an opera stage during a tornado. A silent film from 1928 about a French saint becomes a conversation about the present tense.

The music itself defies the laminated menu approach to genre description. Imagine: the industrial throb of Coil meeting the cosmic drift of Pink Floyd’s more patient moments, with Ennio Morricone’s ghost writing the string parts and someone running everything through a thousand edits in a cloistered studio before releasing it into the wild.

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The Specialty of the House

Antarctica. Order it.

A four-part suite built from a single guitar string and some tin pot lids — “nothing electronic,” says Strouth, “like a bad Tom Waits kit” — then rebuilt, reworked, and manipulated over years until it bore no resemblance to its origins and had become something else entirely: a meditation on isolation, on dialysis, on the specific loneliness of becoming an international news story because you found your kidney donor on Twitter.

The suite’s timestamps reach into the future — Antarctica: June 27, 4003 — because Strouth has always understood that the past and future are both useful territories for people trying to navigate the present. Future Archaeology (2022), Paris 1919’s fourth album, serves the Antarctica suite alongside three other works from the same era. Kid Koala calls it “a screenwriter’s dream.” He is not wrong.

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The Kitchen

Strouth has dysgraphia, a learning disability that prevented him from learning instruments in any conventional way. He responded by learning to make pianos do things pianos are not supposed to do, which sometimes involves power tools. This is presented not as triumph-over-adversity biography boilerplate but as genuinely useful information about why his music sounds the way it does: it was built by someone who had to invent his own grammar.

Paris 1919’s music begins in the studio, where Strouth deconstructs sounds of guitars, synthesizers, and voices, bending and reshaping and recombining them in processes that can involve more than a thousand edits and take months to complete. The band that performs the results is a different thing entirely — Natalie Nowytski, who sings in more than fifty languages and twelve distinct vocal styles; guitarist Kent Militzer; multi-instrumentalist David J. Russ — but the compositions are Strouth’s, built from the ground up, note by note, edit by edit, in the dark.

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The Regular Menu

Strouth’s catalog spans more than forty years and several careers’ worth of material. Highlights include: the electronica collective Future Perfect Sound System (1990s–2000s); four Paris 1919 albums including Book of Job (2011), Antarctica (2017), Risking Light (2018, a solo work scored to a documentary about forgiveness), and Future Archaeology (2022); production work on Stuart Hyatt’s Grammy-nominated The Clouds; live scores to silent films by Georges Méliès, Alfred Hitchcock, and Carl Dreyer; a 32-piece orchestra on a sinking barge; a gallery transformed into an arctic environment; and one kidney transplant arranged entirely via social media, which was covered by ABC News, MTV, and Reader’s Digest and is believed to be the first of its kind. He has had a second transplant since. He is still going.

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Current Specials

A live score to Carl Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc, recently performed at Minneapolis’s Parkway Theater to considerable acclaim. A new Paris 1919 studio album — the Joan of Arc soundtrack — currently in post-production, anticipated late spring or early summer. He Who Gets Slapped forthcoming, with special guest Carnage the Executioner (Terrell X) bringing beatbox to the ensemble for a collision of silent-era melodrama and present-tense hip-hop abstraction that sounds, on paper, like it shouldn’t work and, in practice, will absolutely destroy.

Also available on an ongoing basis: “Tales of the Idiot,” Strouth’s column on Substack. Stand Up! Records, where he serves as Director of Marketing. The accumulated weight of four decades of Twin Cities cultural infrastructure, held together largely by stubbornness and genuine love of the form.

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Ambiance

Fog. Frozen lakes. Empty roads stretching to the horizon. A swing set in winter. A dock disappearing into mist. The Future Archaeology booklet photographs, by Bradley Hansen, constitute a visual companion to the music so apt it feels like the landscape composed itself. Strouth’s preferred environment is large, cold, and slightly past the edge of what you can see clearly. This is true of the music too.

The venues have included: a Mississippi River barge (sinking, during a tornado), the Parkway Theater, the Weissman Museum of Art, the Walker Art Center, Orchestra Hall, First Avenue, Public Functionary Gallery, and, originally, Rifle Sport Alternative Art Gallery, where the whole thing started with someone handing you a beer and the music doing something to the walls.

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Wine List

There is no wine list. There is a Makers 46 Old Fashioned with maraschino liqueur in place of simple syrup, which is a genuinely elegant substitution that brings cherry-almond complexity without announcing itself, and which pairs well with anything in the Paris 1919 catalog. This is not a metaphor. This is a recommendation.

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What People Say

“Confrontational ambient.”

— Steve Seel, Classical Minnesota Public Radio

“The future does not look pretty. Which is probably an accurate assessment of things.”

— Steve Seel, Classical Minnesota Public Radio

“Sometimes futuristic, sometimes nostalgic, but always evocative.”

— Kid Koala

“Like grabbing Legos from different sets.”

— Luke Heiken, Drone Not Drones

“I’m just a boring schmuck.”

— Chris Strouth, incorrect

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A Final Note

Strouth once described himself as a broken camera. “I’m not necessarily going to take that great family portrait that’s super-realistic,” he said, “but I’m going to be able to give you the truth in a way that you wouldn’t otherwise see it.”

He also said: “I want to make something that other people can relate to. We can all understand isolation. We all understand being alone. And that’s what I’m more interested in. Because I’m just a boring schmuck, but through the music, I hope to get at the thing that we can all relate to as humans.”

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Further reading: Chris Strouth on Wikipedia