A second version of this original song with a pro drummer. This time using my '68 Gibson SG instead of an acoustic guitar. Fun to hear the evolution of this original song idea. It is still percolating. Got some Nirvana vibes.

You Don't Even Know My Real Name (WT JB) 4 - 2-24 v1.2

A new iteration of an original song idea that started in Montauk with Lars. Different arrangement this time, and a deeper pass at lyrics. Probably not the final song structure, but it's evolving.

Some Way Towards Insane (Third Song WT) 4 - 2-24

This was an improv rock jam with a Gibson SG and drummer and a visiting friend from Germany doing ad lib singing.

It's Going On (ft Maxi)  5 - 5-24 V1.4

Purdy Girl

The Mournful Cry of the Yellow-Billed Loon 


A mist of silver leans upon the lake,
Wrapped in the folded arms of dawn,
A hush, before the world awakes—
Then echoes stretch out, drift, are gone.

A hollow note threads the air,
Cuts through the cold, clear and lean,
A sound as ancient as despair,
Pulled from the marrow of unseen dreams.

Oh, to hear it is to shudder,
A rasping echo from some other time—
When reeds trembled, when water blushed
With the shadow of wings in a downward climb.

What are you calling for, yellow-billed loon?
What dark secret rests in your throat?
Is it the weight of summer's end too soon,
Or the moon’s pale mirror, cut by your coat?

And I stand on the bank, caught in the sound,
As it curls like fog around the pine,
Lost in the ache of that endless round,
Between this wild world and mine.

Your cry is the song of things that fade,
Of dusk’s breath and the earth’s slow spin.
It sinks in the water, the twilight glade,
A voice that breaks, and begins again.

by ChatGPT

The Mournful Cry of the Yellow Billed Loon

Lots of acoustic guitars blended with syncopated rhythms and a bit of my silly voice have shaped the new album. Broken rhythmical patterns with powerful distortions here and there give a continuous feeling of emotional and physical change. Dark but hopeful, straightforward yet sudden, tight but relaxed - this is Smear. Composed, recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by myself.
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Dkey

Accept the Fate

Letter

Do Not Wake the Atlas Up

Dead Rabbit

Acoustic guitar; folk; Americana; jam band influences; blues; rock; old time; bluegrass; grungey stuff. Even some electro and EDM vibes occasionally. I play a wide mix of music with a lot of different people.

Frank Wood is an amateur songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and producer whose music lives in the space between memory and reflection. Drawing from decades of lived experience, his songs are rooted in classic storytelling but framed with modern production, creating tracks that feel both timeless and deeply personal.

From the nostalgic haze of “Time Far Away”, the aching honesty of “Here’s Your Sign” and the poignant but uplifting instrumental “An Air of Suspense“, to the spiritual songs "Mortality" and "I'm Gone, So Long", Frank’s catalog is a mosaic of life’s moments—ordinary yet profound. His sound blends warm acoustic textures, soulful electric tones, and carefully layered arrangements, often colored with vintage reverbs, synthesizers, and analog-inspired processing.

Frank produces his work in Studio One, leaning on tools like the API 512V and SSL Six preamps, microphones such as the Neumann TLM103 and Lauten Audio FT-387, and a collection of outboard gear, plugins, and virtual instruments to capture performances that feel raw and alive. Every song carries his fingerprints -- hands-on, detail-oriented, pragmatic, and unafraid to explore.

His repertoire of songs showcase his versatility: heartfelt ballads, country-tinged rock, synth-driven pop, reflective folk, and experimental instrumentals. At the core, however, each track is driven by authenticity -- songs that tell stories, carry emotion, and invite listeners into his world.

Frank Wood’s music is as much about looking back as it is about moving forward. Whether it’s a dusty car disappearing into the horizon or a voice echoing through a field of windmills, his songs capture the fleeting yet unforgettable moments that define us all.

New tracks tagged #gibsonsg