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Michael: "I wrote and recorded the first demo of this staying in San Rafael with my great friends Chris (who introduced Summer and I) & Sheri. I was a feeling a bit displaced and knocked out a kind of typically dyspeptic lyric to go with the guitar track which was recorded through a 9volt mini Marshall (which we replicated for the rhythm guitar here). Summer at first took exception (how could I still be so sad and know that she loved me?! - right, as always...) and then just made the tune a thousand times better with her dual vocal - a bright counterpoint that somehow brings hopefulness to the self-loathing and then turns the last note of the chorus upside down like Lotte Fucking Lenya. Only the brilliant can accomplish the impossible. Witness Summer Serafin...

The "out-take-y" spoken word stuff Alan and I flew in later - this was meant to be the opening track of a much different record, possibly an EP, had The Worst Thing Ever not ensued. But it (Summer spoken) was just too delicious to not use. We only found it after the tragedy and it helped to begin focusing what this record might become in the horrible aftermath.

Hearing Summer giggling hard through her nose, trying to stifle herself and then kicking in perfect - hearing that for the first time through the studio monitors... I knew we needed it. I knew this record was as much about the songs as it was giving people an idea of what an unfathomable delight it was to be in a room with her..."

lyrics

Halfway through the year since you've been here
Their words don't mean much but who's counting?
Letters prepared with a frosty air
The blow-offs keep on mounting
You could never be sure you would ever have her
There's no point in denying
Nowhere to return when every bridge has been burned
So why not give up for trying?
Go on - run and hide
Like every other time
All those dear, dear friends from way down the other end
Were oh-so-clear how they showed it
With all their charms
Welcome you with folded arms
The whispers you couldn't hear, now you know it
As bad as it is, it's as good as it gets
This empty, idle threat is the best offer yet
Go on - run and hide
Like every other time...

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from Of Love and Loss, released October 26, 2012
Summer Serafin: vocals
Michael Serafin-Wells: guitars, vocals
Alan Foreman - bass

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"Holy sonic icons. There is hauntology. Hauntology right in the center of their work."-Max Reinhardt (BBC 3/Soho Radio)

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

"Great, beautiful drifty-pop filled with sadness & wonder" -Irene Trudel (WFMU)

"Mysterious. Otherworldly.” - Carson Street, KFJC

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

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