Thank you for making it this far in my portfolio. Here's a random assortment of things that generally serve no purpose. They're ordered from least to most earnest.

Horace the Horse by Porch Pals

Backstory: My friend Donny and I were sitting on his porch in Buffalo playing guitar when a bunch of the neighborhood kids came to listen. They were an intimidating crowd. The children descended upon us, demanding we "play something that slaps.” One kid even ordered us to "rap a TikTok song."


We thought to ourselves “hey, we’re decent musicians, right? We can throw a raging show for these kids!" 


And thus, Porch Pals was born. We're a wholesome, folksy duo that both children and adults enjoy.

Written by Max Frankel and Donny Fraunhofer. Produced by Donny Fraunhofer. 


Here’s an utterly ridiculous rap that I wrote under the moniker “Lil 401k.”

The message is simple: Fiscal responsibly is cool.

Click on the highlighted lyrics below for annotations and additional contextRap Genius style.

Keepin' It Prudent 

Lil 401k

Produced by Don Fraunhofer

Lil 401k ft. Big Lev
00:00 / 01:54


My name is Lil 401k and y’all surely wanna know, 

I make good-ass decisions when my hands touch the dough,

I got Roth-IRAs that’ll make my 60s glow

Whatchu got — you got cars? 

I got assets that grow.


My credit score — impeccable 

Home made meals — delectable

Purchases I make — respectable 

Late balances — that’s untenable.


Keep your credit cards away from me

Cause I will never go on spending sprees,

At the mall I am an absentee,

Black Friday’s just another Friday to me. 


My low credit utilization causes bankers frustration,

Don’t fall prey to fixation, spending money on sensation, 

My savings deserve ovation,

Your savings they need salvation, 

Talking straight condemnation, 

You need long-ass consultation, 

I’m the Board of Education,

Spreading wealth throughout the nation,

With some basic education,

We can end this damn tarnation.


Was born Maximilian, but I’m tryna rack a billion,

Was born Maximilian, but I’m tryna rack a billion,

Was born Maximilian, but I’m tryna rack a billion,

Was born Maximilian, but I’m tryna rack a billion, 

(that’s nine zeros, ya’ll).


Compound interest at a quarterly rate,

You ain’t heard? Shit’s fire, it’ll make your head shake, 

Go and take a lump sum, throw that bish in a bank,

Give it five or ten years and I’ll be waiting to be thanked.


Money market accounts, CDs, whateva,

If it’s high interest paying you making the chedda,

Interest on interest, the name of the game,

So good it feels faker than aspartame,

The principal sum stays exactly the same,

But your balance gets fat, surely you will exclaim, 

“this shit is such fire, has this been forever?” 

Yep, back when the Romans were selling their leather.


I hope you take this and do with what you please,

I not gonna rap here on a bent knee, 

But if your employer match 401k,

Max that shit out, that’s all I will say.


Here’s a skit that I wrote titled, If the Elementary School PTA was Run by the Mob. Script below. Or you could listen to me attempt to rapidly switch between three very different accents in one take. 

Mob Meets PTA Audio
00:00 / 05:21

Here’s a song I wrote. Please disregard the Christmas lights and salt lamp. I swear, they’re not mine.


Screwed is a story drawing from my experiences driving Uber in New York City while studying at Miami Ad School. It taps into the complete collapse of the Yellow Cab industry and the guilt of knowing my direct contribution.  (8 minute read)


by Max Frankel

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