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marksdad17 This is an amazing record. I first heard it on WFMU on Jeffrey Davison's Shrunken Planet show. Captivated on first listen, and then when I read about Summer's story and how it affected Michael, I was further amazed. As a father who lost a son a bit more than a year ago, I know all-too-well the hurt and pain the accompanies the loss of someone you love. To channel that into some of the best music I've heard in the last year is truly a testament to Michael and Bipolar Explorer. Favorite track: From The First.
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1.
Don’t feel lonely I’m right here. Don’t cry Nothing is wasted. Pack the good memories And leave the rest. Travel light It suits you. You are not damaged I can tell By the way you love me. We’re all of us Covered in scars And it doesn’t stop us from living. There’s nothing wrong with you. Like everyone, You need to be loved. And you are... Disconsolate, alone, he returned to the small apartment that had been their home. Gently, reverently, he caressed her things - snapshots, one of her famous hot water bottles, the one with Marilyn Monroe on the front, her clothing, letters. He caressed them like relics, like treasure, and quietly slumped to the floor, still clutching a favorite blouse of hers, that he too loved. Hugging her things close, in his grief, he hoped somehow to wring her presence into being.
2.
Love you like no other 
 Come for me 
Never be another 
Come for me 
Took you, took your brother 
Come for me 
 No reason I can discover 
Come for me 
Only lonely 
Come for me 
Everything that you told me 
Come for me 
From nothin' but dirt 
Come for me 
Do nothin' but hurt 
Come for me 
And I can feel you 
But I don't know where you are 
Won't you take me 
However distant or far? 
Come to me in secret dreams 
From the darkest star 
Won't you take me where you are?
3.
Lifting his head slightly, he held a postcard from her in his hands, reading it silently. She watched him. She always did. She always would. Far closer than he could dream to know but separated by an invisible barrier, like one-way glass, that only she could see. She spoke to him now, the very words he read. And he thought he dreamt he could see, could even touch her. “You’ve always intrigued me”, she said, speaking what was written on the postcard from memory, “from the first moment I set my eyes on you. I wrote that sentence,” she continued, “several… no… many many days ago when I thought I could sum up how I feel about you on a postcard. You are unlike anyone I have ever known”. With wonderment and tears streaming down his face, he went to her, touching her gently, gratefully. If he was dreaming, he thought, he mustn’t break the precious spell. She leapt into his arms and his heart was whole again. They kissed and then, speaking the rest of the card, she grabbed a boombox from the shelf… this one. “Let’s rock this show one last time,” she said, “for us!”.
4.
5.
Waking, he rose, full of purpose. The walls, he thought. Why is any of this here? “I want you around me”, he said. And he began to hang photos of her in every space, wherever his eye might fall, he would see her, always. And candles. A shrine. Sanctuary.
6.
Ocean 07:42
Swallow your tears and make them mine 
 Tide's gone out and my mind's made up 
 Swallow your tears and make them mine 
Swallow your tears and I'll turn back time 
 Tide's gone out and my mind's made up 
 Until That Day 
Meet you under the waves- 
 Walk all the way to heaven 
 Until That Day! 
Until That day!
7.
Torn 01:35
He couldn’t be sure which was worse - waking to another day, each morning torn from dreams, torn from her, or the long nights when sleep could not find him. Sometimes, he rode the train for hours, listening to the songs that were theirs. She would watch him, full of care and protection and not a little worried until he was safely home and under the covers. And she would watch him there, too. She would watch him in his sleep…
8.
So Anyway 06:51
Bury me underground 
 Where I can't hear a sound 
I'll just slip away 
Like every yesterday 
If I could take your place 
The end you had to make 
I'd gladly make it mine 
Bring you back to find 
All on our own 
Only alone 
For anybody else 
And even for yourself 
There's no one here to see 
Still means the world to me 
All on our own 
Only alone 
Send your dark clouds for me 
What mighta coulda been 
Can now never be 
No need to defend 
We all are in the end 
Send your dark clouds unto me 
I guess you probably know 
Would even tell me so 
 There isn't any doubt 
I'm never finding out 
All on our own 
Only alone 
Send your dark clouds for me 
What mighta coulda been 
Can now never be 
No need to defend 
We all are in the end 
 Send your dark clouds unto me 
So anyway I guess 
It's only for the best 
We'll have to leave it there 
Still clawing at the air 
All on our own 
Only alone
9.
Phantom Limb 01:53
She would often visit, she would often come to him like this. Still in something like sleep, his eyes would open and he would see her. His angel was with him. They would pass a notebook back and forth, writing things. Later, upon waking he would try to remember it all. Get it down. She still had so much to show him. And in these times he could feel his old life, the beautiful one they had shared, vividly. Like a phantom limb. They would look out at a window together and see. She would grow, charmingly, guilelessly, drowsy. And he would carry her, his treasure, to their bed and fall asleep with her in his arms, her little feet curled around his ankles. Just like always. Just like always…
10.
Out 05:32
Don't call me out... 
 And when you go 
'Cause you're not mine 
 I'm just one more 
thing to get behind you 
So never mind 
forever more, anyway 
Don't call me out 
And every time you stray 
It gets so hard to find a way 
I can't find you 
From where I stand 
Your words aren't clear 
And I can see your life from here 
But never mind forever more, anyway 
 Don't call me out 
Don't call me out just yet
11.
He found such comfort in dreams, but darker things followed him, there, as well. How could he ever have wasted a moment in disagreement or even anger when those moments were so terribly numbered? Regret followed and ate at what remained of him. He sometimes woke like this. Feeling they’d had some horrible argument and thinking he just needed to get her on the phone. If they could just talk he could make it better. In the dream, he awoke to her ringtone - crickets - but couldn’t get to the phone in time to answer. He’d call and call to no avail, watching day turn to night. Feeling the crush of regret and the horrible distance between them.
12.
Never 04:47
Although you'll never know and it's much too late now 
 Even if it's no one's fault how it always breaks down 
 Even if there's only so much more that we can even take now 
 Even so, there's one more thing I just gotta say now 
 I didn't wanna 
 I never wanted to 
Fall in love with you 
Thought it was something there just for me and you now 
 So hard to see you share it with somebody new now 
 But maybe it's all you know, it's just what you do now 
I didn't wanna 
I never wanted to 
Fall in love with you 
Can't believe the best thing 
That I ever had 
 Could make me feel so bad 
I thought we'd have more time 
I really thought we'd have our whole lives 
I'll have to push that aside 
 Pack up my heart, choke down my pride 
'Cause that's him on the other line 
That's his car just pulled up outside 
I didn't wanna 
I never wanted to 
Fall in love with you 
Oh, my love… (I'm sorry, so sorry)
13.
Someone told him, early on, that he should talk to her, imagining she could hear. At first it seemed a bit crazy but it grew on him and he grew to need it. What he needed now and so often did was to ask her forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, little sweetheart”, he’d say, his eyes welling with tears. What even he couldn’t imagine was how much she did hear. In the dream, he fell to his knees before her, but she lifted him up. The night sky opened above them. She crawled into his lap as they looked at the stars. And she whispered something in his ear. She also wrote it on his arm. “Our Oneness,” she told him, looking intently into his eyes, speaking with urgency and conviction, “Our Oneness Can Never Be Erased”.
14.
Maybe a thing or two 
More left to say to you 
On the way to the Love that's True 
But you're always so far away 
Misstep right off the mark 
Words better said in the dark 
Still stuck in my throat and heart 
Always so far away 
Your turn 
Think it over sometime 
Let it burn 
 'Way it always does mine 
Lay me down on the dash of your car 
And dream of the place I dreamt you are 
Between an ice grey moon and the morning star 
Always so far away 
 Walls begin to crumble 
And the ground just falls away 
No matter what they told you 
No matter what they say 
Walls begin to crumble 
And the earth just falls away 
By any measurement or standard 
It's just a necessary weight 
Lay me down on the dash of your car 
And dream of the place I dreamt you are 
Between a steel grey moon and the morning star 
Always so far away 
You're always so far away 
Always so far away 
So far away 
Far away...
15.
And at that hour, above, as he stood weeping, he saw the clouds part upon high. The moon, full and miraculous, closer in its orbit than any lifetime, big as a planet. It passed, parting, but not without a promise. "Nearer now," he heard her whisper. "Nearer now than you can imagine." He felt his heart gasp. “And always", she said, "Unto The Forever." "Unto The Forever", he repeated between sobs. And once more in tandem, together they spoke. "Unto the forever. Unto The Forever", they vowed.
16.
Sometimes, stirring but not wanting to surrender the world of sleep where he could find her, he would reach for a notebook near the bed in darkness, and try to write down, without ever opening his eyes, what she whispered to him in dreams.
17.
No Answer 04:58
No answer 
 For the way you are 
The way you are 
In my heart 
All and all and only you 
Nothing to do 
Can't help but fall 
Nothing more to choose 
Happy to lose myself in you 
Just fall 
In my heart 
In my heart
18.
For the way you are A thousand things to say In my heart A thousand thousand
19.
20.
Weary, his eyes burning, he lay down where he stood in the middle of the room. She circled him protectively, drawing the blinds, outing the lights and curling up at his side, whispering a song into his ear. "It's not about us", she said. "It was so dark for me once, too. Before I found you. Remember? We both said.”
21.
You can talk yourself into anything 
 Believe it's true 
But nothing you can say 
Will ever make me believe again in you 
 All you did just to break it 
All you do can't erase it 
Dead End Street 
Lost our way down a 
Dead End Street 
No return 
 You tell me where to turn 
When anything that ya wanna 
Is everything that you're gonna 
You tell me who gets burned 
When everything that ya wanna 
Is anything that ya gonna 
 Dead End Street 
We can never replace it…
22.
Sometimes, often, he lost his way. For a time, there was drink, in which he found no real solace but led him to further despair and sometimes danger. “I’ll die all over again,” she tried to say to him, “if you just give up.” But in these moments, when he needed most to, he simply couldn’t hear her. Even so, she would never leave him. Her heart was too stout, her soul too intrepid, her love too courageous for that. As he wandered the streets in drunkenness and self-loathing she followed him, pulled at his hand as the headlights of a cab flashed by running a stop sign. As he waited for a subway train, standing perilously close to tracks, she stood guard, unseen and un-sensed, guiding him over the gap and into the deserted late-night car. Huddled against the wall, the tears coming again, he asked to be taken. But she spoke to him, softly and purposefully. “No,”, she said. “No, my love. Not yet.” He thought he heard her and so he answered, “But when? And how will I know it is my time?” She sat with him on the small seat he’d crumpled himself into. “You will know. I will tell you. I will come and collect you, sweetheart. But not just yet.” He had a far away look and she wasn’t sure she’d reached him. As he staggered out at the next stop and down the platform toward the exit to the street, she followed, concerned and vigilant, prodding him home until he fell safely, if sadly, into bed. His sleep was restless, tortured, but she remained…
23.
Any Day 06:40
My stupid hands 
 My foolish mouth 
Let the one cover the other 
Never let it out 
I'll never know 
It's so unfair 
Dreamt you float alive above me 
 Catch you in mid-air 
 If only... 
'Cause now you're gone… (hey, now) 
Now you're gone 
And I'm still alive 
And any day is a good day to die (…/I) 
Don't sleep 
Can't find my way 
There's nothing left of me without you 
All I need to say to you 
But now you're gone … (hey, now) 
Now you're gone 
And I'm still alive 
And any day is a good day to die 
Close my eyes to find you 
I'm right behind you 
'Cause nothing so unkind could be true 
Sleep is finally mine 
And you... 
But daylight shatters 
Daylight shatters 
Nothing matters 
Any day's a good day to die...
24.
As dawn broke she watched over him still, gently smoothing the worry lines out of his forehead. She rose and opened a small box from the shrine of her treasures he kept so faithfully. When she opened it- as I do now - the most beautifully sweet fragrance began to fill the room. Her fragrance – like cotton candy or the best birthday cake anyone ever made for you. And waking, he knew. He knew his angel was with him. Rising with hope and faith and purpose he listened, sensing but not seeing her. He spoke quietly - too quietly for us to hear. He spoke quietly to her, the spirit he could feel in the room. And although he was looking in the entirely wrong direction, she was there, listening attentively. He wrote feverishly in their notebook as she whispered in his ear. And he was looking in entirely the wrong direction but could clearly hear her.
25.
Comin' Home 05:04
Build their walls around 
 Just to keep you down 
But they don't see you 
They don't know 
What they say - don't do it 
Nothing more than a lie 
And they choose it 
They don't see you 
They don't know 
Tell me somethin' 
Tell me all 
Can't wait 
I'm comin' home 
You're everything I think of 
Everything I love 
Lived a lonely life 
And swore 
I was maybe alive before 
But whatever that was I don't know 
Built my life around you 
Couldn't ever really live without you 
Just you and me 
I know that you know 
 Tell me somethin' 
Tell me all 
Can't wait 
I'm comin' home 
 You're everything I think of 
Everything I love 
Comin' home 
Tell me somethin', tell me all 
Comin' home, Summer 
I can't wait 
I'm comin' home 
 You're everything I think of 
 Everything I love...
26.
As day turned to beautiful night, shadows overtaking the sun and still so very certain of her presence, he lit his candles. Waiting and wordlessly calling to her from deep within his being, Calling to her - the other half of his soul.
27.
Lost Life 07:43
I still remember the day that we met 
I'm still not anywhere over it yet 
I remember the day that you died 
I only wanna be with you on The Other Side 
 And somehow 
 Someday 
Somewhere 
Some way 
It was a beautiful life that we had 
And I miss you, now, baby 
Oh, so bad. 
The Light's gone out 
And I ache like thunder 
I still need you 
And I just wonder if... 
Somehow 
Someday 
Somewhere 
Some way... 
Ah! 
Life's so lonely without you 
But I bet 
I haven't even seen the worst of it yet 
All the love inside you 
It saved me 
And I know 
That wherever you are now sweetheart 
Is where I must go 
 So, somehow 
 Someday 
 Somewhere 
Some way 
Ah! And you are! And you are! And you are! In this moment she appeared to him. In this waking hour he saw and could see. Overcome with emotion he understood at last. She beckoned and he returned to her joyfully, as she said, simply… now!
28.
"Angels" lyrics (condensed version) Call the angels in for me Let it all come to be Because a lifetime is just not enough And the earth could never hold me Because I still need you so much So let the love that has so blessed us Finally take me to my rest And then… Call the angels in for me Let it all come Let it all come Let it all come to be

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REVIEWS:

"Epic and affecting." - Surface Noise

"Unforgettable and essential. This is a major record." -Indiemusic (France)

"Celestial & spell-bounding compositions astounding us with beauty. Brilliant, luminous & cathartic. Puts shoegaze back into a state of grace." -Les Oreilles Curieuses



“One year ago, Bipolar Explorer’s record “Dream Together” moved us to tears and sounded like a musical farewell, as well as a last goodbye, but also, an unstoppable wish not to let absence become the most oppressive feeling in (composer/band co-founder, Michael Serafin-Wells’) life. Remembrances matter, as they always do with Bipolar Explorer. And through “Sometimes in Dreams” (Slugg Records) the project reaches an upper level into emotion and confidence, transfiguring the everlasting link between two inseparable soulmates and creators. In this new work, Summer and Michael chart a course that follows an inspired and enlightening way of composing - illuminating nostalgia as a powerful, precious and human strength - to offer us so many fascinating and sincere songs, all destined to be unforgettable and essential to our own lives. Have no doubt, this is a major record.

The dearest human beings are the ones we cherish the chance to meet and talk to when we most feel the urge to do so, spend hours writing one another and focusing on every word in reply. Michael suffered, but survived. Bipolar Explorer is a perfect reflection of this humanity; a honest, pure and helpful presence. A guileless and urgent art of melodies, tunes and vocals thread their way and lead us lovingly through “Sometimes in Dreams” and, in the depths of the record, Summer, his muse, his eternal love, talks to him and us as she never did before. But Summer never looks or sounds like a ghost: she stands right in front of us, holding her lover’s hand as they both look at us, smiling. She then lays her eyes on him, sings with him, creates and changes into a remarkable source of inspiration for their new double-LP; an eternal piece of work, divided into different chapters but as homogenous as welcoming us to explore BPX’s parallel universes and lands.

Summer is always here, close to Michael and us. Her voice resonates through the first tunes of the record, and will shine more and more as we travel into a wonderful and moving musical world. Never with even a thought to erase her presence, Michael creates an intense but devoted melodic canvas during two hours that are flowing nearly too fast for us, as we all feel comfortable and at peace with what we are listening and enjoying. A complete immersion explodes in our souls: distortion on “Letter to the Darkest Star” and astonishing natural movements on “Ocean” invite us to swim in clear and warm waters. ‘Sometimes in Dreams’ is an album about life, its difficulties but, most of all, all that makes us go forward, whatever may happen : “Phantom Limb” and “Out” stare at the vaporous veils of desire and the constant need to be with our beloved ones, as “Necessary Weight” changes pain into the origin of redemption and the acceptance of our mourning.

On the second part of the record, “Thousand Thousand Summer” is probably the most passionate track; a vocal obsession changing into a cathartic hypnosis, then leading to the overwhelming song “The Choral Text Passage (Summerlove)” which breaks our mental barriers as well as Michael’s when he went through his oppressive loss. “Sometimes in Dreams” is a staging of the union of souls, troubles and inspirations; a hidden book, lost in the multiple bookshelves of an imaginary bookstore, but the only one we can find in a glimpse of an eye, as it is shining and calling us.

The final words of “Lost Life” are the most perfect way to end up talking about “Sometimes in Dreams”; so, time to let Bipolar Explorer express an ultimate motivation to think, feel and live. Summer and Michael’s tenderness, confidence and friendship are spiritually and melodically intense, and we can’t thank them enough for what they give us, year after year.

Perfect ending: “In this moment she appeared to him. In this waking hour he saw and could see. Overcome with emotion he understood at last. She beckoned and he returned to her joyfully, as she said, simply... now!” -Raphael Duprez, Associate Editor, Indiemusic (France) - 2 January 2018


ABOUT THIS ALBUM:

NYC shoegaze trio follow up their acclaimed sixth album, DREAM TOGETHER - “magical & majestic, an ultimate-tour-de-force” (Indiemusic - France) - with this groundbreaking new double-album. A gapless flow of dreampop and post-rock underscored narrative across two discs. “Beautiful, great drifty pop filled with sadness and wonder” (Irene Trudel, WFMU).

28 tracks in all, SOMETIMES IN DREAMS is conceived as a live arts installation work for performance in collaboration with a visual artist. Featuring band co-founders Summer Serafin on vocals and spoken word, Michael Serafin-Wells on vocals, guitars, bass, percussion, tape loops and spoken and band friend Kim Donovan on additional spoken word/narration, this album, the group's seventh, revisits and re-imagines the songs from their 2012 release OF LOVE AND LOSS, weaving them seamlessly together with fourteen new compositions underscoring its newly penned poetic narrative as in live performance of the work. "Like a late night post-rock radio transmission drifting across the airwaves as we lay half asleep in bed" (Duly Noted - Montreal)

The limited edition CD comes with a beautiful 30 page booklet, conceived by Michael, in the style of a Victorian book of verses, with vintage black and white photos and the album's narrative, composed by Michael and voiced on the album by himself and Kim. The breathtaking cover image that wraps around the entire eco-wallet including the spine, is a photo - "A Summer Tale" - courtesy of celebrated French photographer and artist Colette Saint Yves.

Recorded live, noisily and in a hurry at The Shrine - NYC. Mixed and produced by Bipolar Explorer. Mastered by Scott Craggs, Old Colony - Boston.

All music and words by Michael Serafin-Wells (and Summer & Michael where noted), c. 2018 Thirteen November Music (ASCAP).
c/p 2018 Slugg Records.

ABOUT THE BAND:

Their sixth album, DREAM TOGETHER praised as “Magical and majestic - an ultimate tour-de-force” by France’s Indiemusic; their double-album, OF LOVE AND LOSS (2013) - "The most significantly stirring and addictive musical accomplishment we've come across in some time. Taut, emotional, urgent and altogether haunting” - and its follow-up, ANGELS (2015) - “Electrifying, what music fueled by raw love and emotions sounds like” - each a Critics Pick for Best Albums of the Year by Ground Control Magazine, Bipolar Explorer are an NYC-based dreampop, post-rock group founded by Summer Serafin (vocals) and former Uncle frontman Michael Serafin-Wells (lead guitar & vocals, bass, percussion, tape loops, spoken word), notable for intimate, electric live performances, unimpeachable songwriting, uncompromising DIY ethos and their playing without drums.

Featured on the legendary Irene Trudel's show on WFMU ("America's best radio station" - Rolling Stone) who calls their sound "beautiful, great drifty pop, full of sadness and wonder", the band’s newest record, a double-album, SOMETIMES IN DREAMS, is released on Slugg Records New Years Day 2018.

Recorded, mixed and produced by the band at The Shrine in New York’s Hell’s Kitchen, SOMETIMES IN DREAMS is the group’s seventh album overall and their third in just the span of a eighteen months.

In June 2016, the group released ELECTRIC HYMNAL, a sixteen track collection of devotional songs and spoken word (both secular and sacred) - a meditation and sonic prayer for their fallen bandmate, Michael's true love and partner, Summer Serafin - in a limited edition one-time pressing on CD only (no digital), offering it free of charge, as a gift of faith.

Again, praised by Ground Control: "...Get ready to be swept up and away by a prayerful reverie of melodies. Listening, I began to feel like I was flying. Don’t forget that Bipolar Explorer is a post-rock band. Low growling vocals, gnarly grinding tempos, rhythmic looping strands that escape and rise above the weight of this world, where angels and the living mingle…"

The interweaving of spoken word into the band’s work was explained by Serafin-Wells recently in conversation with USC filmmaker, Alexandra Dennis-Renner, who is making a documentary, "Sonic Prayer", about the band.

Having begun work on a live performance art adaptation of their double-album, OF LOVE AND LOSS - first presented as a "concert performance" in Brooklyn in October 2015, the project continued to grow with 14 new compositions and narrative underscored and seamless linking the work in a gapless and continual flow over two discs, becoming this very album. About the project, Serafin-Wells says,“the idea of a female voice, a spoken word narrator, came to mind. To tell the story in tandem with the band, supported by film projections. And once I wrote the narrative voice for the live Of Love, that just started to seem a natural thing, making its way into ELECTRIC HYMNAL and DREAM TOGETHER. Ya know? In that way that things sort of cross-pollinate through multiple projects. We were listening a lot to Laurie Anderson’s “Heart of A Dog” at the time and we kinda thought… yeah.”

In artistic collaboration with several visual artist friends of the band, all three albums - “Electric Hymnal”, "Dream Together" and “Sometimes in Dreams” are conceived for performance as live installation pieces, in intimate, non-traditional settings. Immersive and multi-media, this direction might well be seen as a natural outgrowth of the band’s perennial choice of performance setting - art galleries - and other non-traditional venues.

Forging an unique sound - described variously as shoegaze, dreampop, slowcore, post-rock and minimalist indie - well serves the new songs Serafin-Wells began writing in the aftermath of the tragic loss of the group's female vocalist, Michael's love and partner, Summer Serafin, who passed away after a tragic accident in 2011. She was just 31. At work at the time on a new record, the group eventually returned to those recordings, adding them to a handful of newly written songs post-tragedy and re-conceiving the album as both a testament and tribute to Ms. Serafin – muse, collaborator and True Love - yielding a double-album, Of Love and Loss, released to great acclaim in October 2012.

As Michael told Indiemusic’s Raphael Duprez in a feature about the band (February 2017): “All of this is entirely for her. I often say that our music, each album, is of, for and about her. It’s my way of telling people about her and talking to her myself. That’s the “for’ and “about” parts of the equation. And Summer remains an integral part of the band - not only as its inspiration but, because I have lots of her isolated vocals from other recording sessions - as her voice, both spoken and singing, graces each record. I’ll write songs and fly in her voice. Summer isn’t the main reason BPX goes on, she’s the only reason. She is the reason. And I think I can trust that I’m doing things for the right reason if I always know the reason for it is her. Not out of any ambition other than to honor and conjure her. She’s my conscience..."

Bipolar Explorer's releases include “Sometimes in Dreams” (2018), “Dream Together" (2017), "Electric Hymnal" (2016), "Angels" (2015), their holiday album - "BPXmas" (2014), "Of Love and Loss" (2012), the digital-only singles "Watchers and Holy Ones" (2017), "We'll All Go Together" (2016) and "Downtown Train" (2015) and their earlier (pre-Summer) debut "Go Negative". All titles are available on Slugg Records.

Credits
released January 1, 2018

Summer Serafin: vocals, spoken word.
Michael Serafin-Wells: guitars, bass, percussion, tape loops, vocals, spoken word.

Additional spoken word/narrator - Kim Donovan.

Recorded live, noisily and in a hurry at The Shrine - New York City. Produced by Bipolar Explorer.

Mastered by Scott Craggs, Old Colony - Boston.
Cover image: “A Summer Tale” by Colette Saint Yves.
Booklet conceived by Michael Serafin-Wells.
Art direction/layout: Audun Grimstad.

All songs by Michael Serafin-Wells, c. 2018 Thirteen November Music (ASCAP), c/p Slugg Records.

Sometimes in Dreams is conceived for and imagined as a live performance arts installation with a spoken word narration component and visuals. For inquiries, visual artist collaboration and bookings, contact the band via their website: www.bipolarexplorer.info

For Summer who filled my life with light and love and who is with me, I know. With all my love forever...

-Michael Serafin-Wells, New York City, Jan 1, 2018

credits

released January 1, 2018

Summer Serafin: vocals, spoken word.
Michael Serafin-Wells: guitars, bass, percussion, tape loops, vocals, spoken word.

Additional spoken word/narrator - Kim Donovan.

Recorded live, noisily and in a hurry at The Shrine - New York City. Produced by Bipolar Explorer.

Mastered by Scott Craggs, Old Colony - Boston.
Cover image: “A Summer Tale” by Colette Saint Yves.
Booklet conceived by Michael Serafin-Wells.
Art direction/layout: Audun Grimstad.

All songs by Michael Serafin-Wells, c. 2018 Thirteen November Music (ASCAP), c/p Slugg Records.

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Bipolar Explorer New York, New York

"Magical & majestic. Unforgettable & essential" -Indiemusic (France).

"Great, beautiful, drifty-pop filled with sadness & wonder" -WFMU.

"Epic & affecting"-Surface Noise.

"The most significantly stirring & addictive musical accomplishment we've come across in some time. Altogether haunting" -Ground Control.

NYC-based dreampop trio of Summer Serafin, Michael Serafin-Wells & Sylvia Solanas.
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