BoomBox – Instrumental
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Been building this one for a while. The full vocal version - BOOMBOX NOIR - is still deep in the mix lab, but this instrumental…  
Yeah, it hits different.  
There’s too much emotion in these synths to hold them back any longer.

This is my first instrumental I've done in over a year.

Basslines that pulse like memory.  
Melodies that shimmer like headlights through rain.  
A love that vanished in the static… but the beat remembers.

"I play it back again.... Then skip..."


So here it is:  
BoomBox
An experimental venture into emotional motion.  

A# Blues clashes against D# Major like longing against memory.
Galloping basslines.  
Hard futuristic hyperbass.  
Synthwave carved from neon tears.

D# Major isn’t supposed to cry.  
But under these hands?  
It does.

The voice returns soon...

BoomBox Noir  
Memoria in fide revertetur  
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BoomBox

BOOMBOX NOIR
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Memoria in fide revertetur

No matter what I try I can't help but make music like this.
She echo's in the chorus of my mind...
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[Intro]
She vanished in the static...
But the beat remembers.
Boombox noir...

[Verse 1]
Neon blur on a one-way ride
Your ghost still rides in the passenger side
Cassette dreams melt into chrome and wine
I see your face in every exit sign

[Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Verse 2]
Skyscraper lights cut your silhouette
Dial tones hum with old regret
You said forever in a velvet tone
But this city won’t let me sleep alone

[Pre-Chorus]
Vapor trails and cherry lips
We danced through glitches, lost our scripts
You ran through wires, past my reach
Now your name is all I teach

[Chorus – repeat]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Bridge]
Are you real, or just a mixdown I can’t fix?
You echo in the chorus like a ghost in 6/8 kicks
You shimmered, and glitched, and kissed, then dipped
I play it back again... and skip...

[Final Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit
Just static hearts

[Outro]
Just static hearts…
In synth pursuit...
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An experimental venture into emotional motion.

A# Blues clashes against D# Major like longing against memory.
Galloping basslines.
Hard futuristic hyperbass.
Synthwave carved from neon tears.

D# Major isn’t supposed to cry.
But under these hands?
It does.

It's weird... When I was polishing this mix I noticed that this track and my previous 2 releases all clock in at 3:43 long. I didn't plan that, it just kind of happened. It reminds me of 343 Guilty Spark. An AI guardian who witnessed the destruction of entire civilizations, still haunted by echoes of what was lost. A synthetic guardian. A keeper of memory. A being caught between logic and emotion. In numerology the number 3 is creativity, expression, and communication. The number 4 is stability, foundation, and structure. There's fire department symbolism as well. In the U.S., 343 firefighters died on 9/11. Because of this, 343 has become a symbol of sacrifice, heroism, and remembrance. Heavy resonance for a number that just keeps showing up in my tracks about longing, memory, and emotional fire.

The universe works in strange ways...

Maybe the universe has been speaking in 3:43 this whole time. I’m just finally learning how to listen.
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BOOMBOX NOIR

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