by Chris Hauer

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Sven B. Schreiber It's an interesting mixture that Chris Hauer presents us with here... The instrumental parts draw heavily on post-minimalism, while the vocal sections remind me of "Canterbury" tunes and the wonderful R. Stevie Moore stuff of the 80's. Very inventive, and highly pleasant to listen to! Found in Willy Vlyminck's collection, by the way. Favorite track: Horticulture.
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Music vid for Holding:


released June 3, 2019

Friends that play:
Eliza Niemi plays cello on Shoulder
Mariah Andrews sings on Horticulture
Raf Wilcot plays guitar on Holding
Scott Cuzner plays drums on Erasure

All songs/other instrumentation by Chris Hauer, recorded and mixed at The Shed, Poisson Noir, and The Bridge in Montreal, QC.
Mastered by Mitchell Westcott with Chris at SUGI shack in Montreal, QC.

Big TYs to Josef, Mitch, Justin, Spencer for their tips + everyone who has ever played in the live band.

Thanks you for listening/supporting.

-your friend Chris


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Track Name: Shoulder
Zoned out
Now sets in
Your new face sits
Unnatural on its own
Malleable by situation

Hold that
As an asset
Shapeshift and bend
Measured by those you know
Comparable thoughts take hold

In a while
As those thoughts compile
And just out of vision

Over your shoulder

Grow up
Then back down again
You two season
Can't keep on starting again
Splinter off or sack the alternative

Now look
Sky's the limit
But you're too grounded
Feel it's not what you put in
Throwing salt into the ocean

In a while
As those thoughts compile
It's fatalistic
And just out of vision

Over your shoulder

Over your shoulder I can see
The vacant lot that holds apart
The sum of what
You are and can be
Track Name: No Fun Not Ever
Found something now that sets my musing straight
Lifts up the veil and takes the grey away

Dancing around it not saying a thing
Caught up in the moment when things start turning strange
This rhythm of rhythms is becoming ingrained

Forge new surroundings in familiar space
Don’t realize until it’s too late
This pattern of patterns is becoming ingrained

But this is hardly a thing that I am known for
Yeah, this is hardly a thing for which I am known
Track Name: Horticulture
You’ve had some time to thing about
If you have no sense of purpose
That’s something you can live without
Another endless source of doubt
Horticulture is a loaded word

Your time has formed a figure eight
You can call it something serious
Call it a will to make mistakes
Throw it away, empty weight
Horticulture is a loaded word

That your thoughts sit up above
They hold a higher purpose
[But you] still don’t know what you’re thinking of
Well take the chance, [if you’ve] had enough
Horticulture is my favourite word

But if you know something I don’t I’m gonna implode
Track Name: Holding
The tip of a candle flame
Standing there
In a frame
I probably should have met you
When you were [twenty-two/twenty too]
But you’ll be there to laugh as
These thoughts keep coming though
And in a word
What I would like to achieve
I’m trying to resolve that
In everything
Track Name: Erasure
Focus it up
But it’s impossible to simply try to think the thought back to its place
When you’re in a dark room
You need more than a spark to illuminate
But you can sense the form and shape

No line
Can’t pull it back up from wherever it sank in
The mush of my brain
But I can see its outline rippling
And then it’s gone in an instant
And back in a day

No fool
Walked through a doorframe
Harsh lighting in the hallway
Indiscernible day-to-day
Ghost asleep at the wheel

Mimetic moments
Growing in frequency I’ve noticed
Light flashing off capillary waves
Phasing in and out with the day
Just a piece strobing away
But the majority remains

See them
Bursting out of
Neural cloud spreads
To random
Spurs an unconnected
Scene from
You were so young
What was
The point of even bringing it up?

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