Slack

Chris Dunsmore

March 20th, 2026
12 tracks
37:07
Slack
Slack
Restful Acres
0:00
1:53
Restful Acres
Chris Dunsmore
1:53
Slack
Chris Dunsmore
And when I kicked that habit, I was finally alive I was trying to make a living, trying to survive But I can always see it in everyone’s eyes I’m as light as a feather I heard the street signs sing, so I followed the sounds Little boy lost, little boy found I tried to keep my feet on the ground But I’m as light as a feather Every minute I’m a workingman I might float away They draw a line and then I cross the line to see how it breaks I was talking to the trees, I was drinking the rain I thought I heard my father, he was calling my name When they finally arrived, I was almost awake Blocking the lights with a feather Every minute I’m a workingman I might float away They draw a line and then I cross the line to see how it breaks And when I’m in the wind again I feel free I can’t tell one day from the last Money comes and money goes so fast but I’ll never change And when I kick that habit, I’ll be all right I can make a living, I can survive As long as I see it in everyone’s eyes I’m as light as a feather
3:57
Being There
Chris Dunsmore
I am me I am me And that’s who I am meant to be Nobody can be me but me From my head down to my toes To my heart and mind, I know I am who I am meant to be I am me Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going?
2:19
Ordinary Soul
Chris Dunsmore
I didn’t know it wouldn’t save me Shadow at the edge of the shade I didn’t take your advice when you said, “Don’t get lost inside the frame you make” Now I hide with the stones at the bottom Caught beneath the weight of the lake I break the ice with the bones I find Take a breath to taste the water’s shape See my body pressed against the floor Ordinary man, ordinary soul Yeah, we sink slow and we reach for the light But then we rise up from the darkness below And dance in the glow I missed all the signs on the way To the oasis I was trying to create I didn’t take their advice when they said, “Don’t get taken by the waves you make” Now see my body pressed against the floor Ordinary man, ordinary soul Yeah, we sink slow and we reach for the light But then we rise up from the darkness below And dance in the glow I didn’t know it wouldn’t save me Shadow at the edge of the shade I didn’t take your advice when you said, “Don’t get lost inside the frame you make” Now see my body at rest down on the floor Ordinary man, ordinary soul
3:37
Talkline
Chris Dunsmore
2:41
Paint It White
Chris Dunsmore
Out of sight Half a mind Borderline, step inside I just might Tell a lie Paint it white Toe the line, double time I just might Out of time Never mind Draw the line, take a side I just might Tell a lie Make it rhyme Break the line, step inside I just might
3:13
Getting a Prayer Through
Chris Dunsmore
2:51
Traced in Ash
Chris Dunsmore
Fly wing and fingerbone Shadow of a standing stone In a full moon’s glow A mirror in the foxtail grass Your name traced in ash
3:30
The Fairy Ground
Chris Dunsmore
2:13
The Subject of Dreaming - Part 2
Chris Dunsmore
First it rains Then the colors wash away The room gets dark The faces start to fade Then the sun shines through And everything’s erased But first it rains Next a flame makes patterns on your face Your eyes get wide Your heart begins to race Then the waters rise And everything’s erased But first it rains Everything’s erased Everything’s erased Everything’s erased When it ends, the storm’s gone the sky remains The clouds move on But they won’t find a place to stay Then the wind dies down And everything’s the same But first it rains
4:18
Then, Suddenly
Chris Dunsmore
I remember when she unraveled a purple rose And hid petals in the folds Of her mother’s tattered clothes And then suddenly she was sleeping in her shoes And I watched the shadows bloom In the corners of the room I was still awake when she sat up and turned to me And said, “Life is but a dream” As the sunlight touched her cheek And then she laughed when I knelt to untie her shoes And her finger traced a loop Like a needle in a groove In the end what lovers and friends will come to mind in time Will the flame last long enough to recognize their eyes In the end what lovers and friends will come to mind in time Will the flame last long enough to recognize their eyes Will you come to Will you come to mind Will you come to mind in time And now we lie in the shade of a rambling rose Picking petals from the folds Of our ragged summer clothes She takes her hair and brushes the ashes from my sleeve Singing “Life is but a dream” As the sun breaks through the leaves Will you come to mind Will you come to mind Will you come to mind
4:31
Crickets
Chris Dunsmore
2:04

These songs were made to cut myself some slack. I was feeling the pressures of my life in this moment, thinking those pressures were shrinking all the space I had to create, maybe getting a little guarded, even resentful, about my time. So I made time. Some might say I stole it. I slacked off, making music when I should’ve been doing everything else. I stayed up late. I skipped lunch. I missed that day at the beach, that movie, that moment.

Of course, the project began imposing its own pressures. Things came to be a little less loose. But in the beginning, I played. I got myself a new toy, a loop pedal, and I documented the process of learning to make loops. Some of those musical artifacts would become the spores that eventually found a ground to grow songs, sometimes subsumed by the outgrowth, sometimes integral to the organism. I tried to let it all take shape organically – every song, but also the way the songs turned into something together.

No matter the results, I’ve been hoping all along that I’ve been making music that’s slack, a hope inspired by Martin Arnold’s idea, which I stumbled upon last year, that “When music is slack it does not thoroughly enforce completion. It stays open to be explored, co-created by the listener.” And so now I’m inviting you to ignore your responsibilities, shirk your duties, and explore these things, this thing, for a little while.

Credits

Music and lyrics by Chris Dunsmore

Additional vocals by Francis Sage Dunsmore and Angie Ouellette

Additional music by Nathan Hauke

Produced and mixed by Chris Dunsmore

Cover image by Angie Ouellette and Andrew Rease Shaw

Cover design by Andrew Rease Shaw

Recorded at home in Santa Barbara, California