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Category: Music Creations

Posts about music that I’ve created over the years with piano, synth, keyboards, drum machines and the occasional vocals by Dank Jawnson.

New Music: Memowraith

Memowraith by Carl Franke

“Memowraith” is a  portmanteau for the words Memory and Wraith, and is the title of my new collection of instrumentals, now available on Spotify, YouTube Music, Pandora and all streaming channels.

Memowraith drifts like a half-remembered dream, an instrumental transmission from somewhere between the past and the afterlife. Warm, warbling analog synths coil around haunting, detuned piano phrases, each note ringing out like a photograph left too long in the sun. The pulse comes from vintage drum machine sounds, tape-saturated, loose, and human, layered with soft hand percussion and glitching accents that feel as if they’ve been lifted from worn cassette recordings.

[ ghost.log ]
> rebooting childhood.exe
> ** MEMOWRAITH **
> arcade whispers // altar boys on ferris wheel
> dial tone... *69... sneaking out back door
> static_hum + petty vandalism + mixtape_hiss
> !!! blow into the nintendo cartridge
> trying for the first time :: scared & alive
> analog ghosts detected...
> END OF TRACE

Every track sways with rhythmic nostalgia: loops that shimmer like old Super 8 film reels, melodies that fade in and out like someone walking through fog. Memory here is not static. It glitches, repeats, and decays, each cycle leaving behind a ghostly trace. Memowraith is a landscape where time folds in on itself, where the familiar becomes strange, and where the ghosts of our own recollections hum quietly in the background, waiting to be heard again.

Pagoda

From 1997 through 2004, I played keyboards (and often sang) in several original bands that lasted anywhere from 3 weeks to 13 months. These bands were a mix of pop / rock efforts. I loathed and loved them equally at times. The ultimate goal was always to get gigs — anywhere and anytime. 10pm Tuesday at the Khyber Pass or Pontiac Grill, sure thing. Even if three people showed up and were only there for whiskey night caps, we would do whatever it took. A backyard BBQ in 95 degree July heat? Yep, we took that spot to play for the birds and squirrels while everyone nibbled on food in the central air inside.

Here’s a sample of the sounds from Pagoda, one of the longer running bands:

Some lyrics:

The prophet is drawing near.
Can’t you feel the portals blooming in the air?
All of the scriptures that have ever been written are slowly bleeding into one.
And he’s rubbed elbows with the New Jersey Devil.
And he’s driven with Christ and floored the pedal.
He knows exactly when the shit is going down.

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