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Janice Frisch

11/29/2013 12:02 PM 

I'm on MTV now!!!! TRE COOL!!!

hey everybody! I'm a MTV Dance Hiphop music Producer ! WooooHoooo! Janice Frisch new music, concerts, photos, and official news updates directly from Janice Frisch's Twitter and Facebook.


11/23/2013 09:12 PM 

If I Share My Love with You
Current mood:  accomplished

If I share my love with you what will you share with me? Your heart or your soul do you feel what I see A warm kiss deep and passionate to touch my soul I share with you a kiss what will you unfold Your silence isn't evidence it need to be told Will you speak upon your feelings or do I have to lose control I give you my soul will I have yours to hold....   I give all that I am for you to keep in your heart Could you do the same or will you split it apart Cherish what we have is all that I do Is what we have the same for you Trust, Love, and Loyalty in you I believe Will you follow your heart or just leave....   Faith in our love so strongly I have Do you have that faith or do you laugh Impossible to think that we are not one Think there is so many things that is not done Incomplete is our life together, don't you feel it All the passion that was shared don't you remember it....   Believe in us as I have done time and time again Could you do that so I'll love will win All that I remember is the smile on your face That's all it took for my heart to race So all that I ask is one question for you to see If I share my love what will you share with me....


10/27/2013 04:04 PM 

Current mood:  lazy

oh i have a blog.hello!


10/03/2013 02:55 PM 


Seeing what this will do.


08/12/2013 05:35 PM 

Top friends.

Coming soon.

The Melancholy Spacemen

08/07/2013 10:01 PM 

Que Palabras, one of my newer songs
Current mood:  confident

<embed src="" width="500" height="200">Que palabras debo decir, para ti a amor a mi? Ellos decir igual siempre , Que es la difference en mi? Solo un hombre, siempre solo, mi corazon ti ante perdido- Todos el dia, solo piensa, �quieres casarte conmigo? Que Palabras? Debo decir? �C�mo puedo ganar tu amor para mi? Este milagro, a �ngeles me diga yo le pido , Romper este maldici�n, perdona mi pecado, Quiero mejor, El Se�or, dame la esposa de mi coraz�n en su libro, es esta escriben, ella es las poemas reflexione Todos escucho, hablado bien, hablan es todos a ti, pap� no mienten, dime verdad, ella a es las palabras cuanti Quiero tenerte, Quiero un beso, Y lo quiero para siempre No una noche, siempre para. Este no puedo con oro de compre

music, gothic, love song, haunting, love,

The Melancholy Spacemen

08/07/2013 07:59 PM 

Freed my music from Reverb nation, and plan a new video...
Current mood:  confident

It cost me a $30.00 "take down" fee- for music which they never "put up" ANYWHERE. Not even AMAZON, which will accept anything submitted, all they care about is getting their percentage of any sales. Not a damn place did it appear, most assuredly not on iTunes, which is what their promotion says "Pay us for registering your stuff, and we'll act as your publisher and get your stuff on ITUNES!!!". They didn't do shit. To everybody who reads my shit who's in a band, don't get sucked into their bullshit. I would recommend Catapult Digital distribution, which put my first album EVERYWHERE within the first week of registering it with them. It took the 2 years to get it on iTunes, but they got it there (finally). It was the latency getting my work on iTunes which caused me to try ReverbNation in the first place. Reverb Nation may have it's uses as a promotional tool, but it is absolutely SHIT as a digital distributor. Oh, except for thousands upon thousands of "ringtones" of my stuff you can find through google search, and which I've never seen a cent from. I'm going to have ASCAP look into that crap (I'm a member).Plus, the fuckers at Reverb Nation now want $60.00 a year to distribute your stuff on the net. I mean, what the fuck? Catapult charges a one-time fee- then takes something like .5% of whatever profits you get from the sale (not a damn thing like the old "record labels" where the profits were divided in just about exactly the opposite manner- but let's not get into how much I hate record company weasels...). I wanted to sue them so badly, but the cost to file suit against them was actually more than the cost of just paying the sorry thieving fucks off. So my music is mine again, and hopefully my second (and, frankly, what I consider a much better) album should be available in all the digital distribution sites in about a month. Oh, and my video project is on hold for at least 2 more months. I found myself in the position of having to spend a great deal more money than I had planned for a dinner assignation, so I'm short of funds for paying an actress/model for the work  Yes, I'm planning an all-original shoot for one of my newest numbers "Que Palabras", and if it's not on this site already, it will be before I leave for dinner with my dad.

jibber-jabber and music news


07/20/2013 03:41 PM 

TIP: Embed Music Playlist in Profile

TIP: Watch this video to learn how to embed a playlist into your profile.;-- You can also customize the size and colors of the playlist. 


06/02/2013 06:46 PM 

Trains I ride.

I own / co-own: The Void [own], Mirror [co-own]. I ride: Etiquette, Northern Lights, Effervescent, Luxurious Trains on hiatus?Deus ex Machina,, Academy,


03/22/2013 12:10 PM 

Group Membership Glitch Fixed

We fixed a MAJOR glitch related Group membership. If you experienced this glitch you would have lost your membership to all Groups. Because you were unaware that this was a glitch you could have assumed that the Group owner deleted you. It's possible the Group owner deleted you, but most likely this glitch caused you to be deleted from all Groups. We APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY for causing this glitch which possibly created confusion & unneeded member friction. Please consider re-joining the Group(s) which you were previously a member of.

Janice Frisch

04/01/2013 02:48 PM 

new song I Like It #6 on the charts
Current mood:  artistic

hi my new song I Like It is #6 on the charts. check it out at;happy easter everybody!


Phoenix Darque

01/19/2012 01:48 PM 

To All That Dream

To All That Dream "Too all that dream, and all that dareTo see the beauty of land, sea and airNothing shall ye ever spyAs wondrous as the Phoenix in the skyToo all think, and all that ponderThe ways of things on this place we wonderThe one thing ye shall never know Is To what home does the Phoenix go?Too all that pray, and believe in tooA merciful, pure and trueA brighter sign there shall never beThen the mighty Phoenix over the seaToo all that live a life of goodYour deeds of love will come back; as they shouldA happy life shall be yours to take awayWhen the Phoenix comes with the break of dayToo all that walk the path of darkMy next words ye would do well to markFor your deeds of evil ye shall be burnt in flameAnd your actions shall be meet with untold of painTo Human, Elf, Dwarf and allTo every creature great and smallThe Phoenix is many things; in future now and historyAnd though every person has their say, The Phoenix stays a mystery". ~ Author Unknown..

Phoenix Darque

02/10/2009 04:33 PM 

Midnight At Collinwood (A Dark Shadows Story)

Feb 10, 2009 Midnight At Collinwood (a Dark Shadows story by myself and Rachel) Current mood:awake The lone figure of a man sat in a comfortable chair the study reading from an old family journal, a glass on the small table beside the reading lamp.Now scooping Sarah up into his arms, Barnabas smiled warmly before assuring her, "And you are very right, my dear, I shall never be far from you..." With a point of his finger toward her heart, he softly continued, "I shall always be right here."Roger Collins had always loved reading about the family history and this little journal was his most recent find. If 6 whole months could be called recent, that is. Ironically enough, he had found it in the West Wing one day while searching for his wayward son, David. (The boy had later been found exploring in the East Wing.) Roger had tucked it into the pocket of his smoking jacket with the thought of reading it after his search. The small tome was promptly forgotten. 6 months later he had found it again when he pulled the same jacket from his closet. It wasn't one he'd worn often because it was one Laura had given him and the memory of her came to him every time he saw the garment. Thus it's lack of continued use. Mrs. Johnson had'nt yet done the laundry and Roger's usual jacket had been unavailable tonight.Such was luck.Absentmindedly, he reached for the glass only to find to his dismay that it was empty. With a sigh, Roger placed the ribboned bookmark between the pages to mark his place, tucked the journal into his pocket and got up to refill his glass.   Unable to sleep, David crept out of bed and headed downstairs. Often when he couldn't sleep, he'd sneak into the kitchen and raid the refridgerator. As he dreamt of Mrs. Johnson's infamous apple pie, he spotted his father up and about in the foyer. 'Maybe he can explain to me what's going on.' "F-father? Why are you still up?"   Roger stopped, startled by the voice of his son. "Me? That's a question that might be better applied to you, young man. Just what are you doing up at this hour?"However, before the boy could answer the ancient clock in the foyer struck midnight. Father and son gazed at the grand timepiece and listened to the chimes fade away like some lonely sentinel out on watch. David shrugged his shoulders. "I-I couldn't sleep. I've just been thinking. Did Aunt Liz tell you about what I saw tonight?" He peered at his father, trying to read the expression on his face. If he was angry, it wouldn't be a good time to broach the subject of his only playmate but on the other hand, how often did he get a chance to speak with his father?   Roger shook his head. "No, I haven't seen your aunt all evening. I think she went to bed before I got home from the office." He paused. "What is it that you saw?"   David frowned. Perhaps he shouldn't have said anything at all, but now that his father had flat out asked him, David knew he couldn't get out of it without saying something. "I-I Sarah again...but of course you won't believe me! Aunt Liz didn't." Roger sighed. Oh not Sarah again. Couldn't the boy see something else for change...? Like maybe a hawk or a wolf or some other human? Something that was actually real and alive for a change? All this talk of seeing ghosts was becoming a little disturbing. Alright, granted Victoria Winters had said that having imaginary friends was normal for a child, but David was too old for that now. Roger just wished the boy would grow up and act his age. Maybe playing an explorer of ancient whatevers wasn't such a bad thing after all."I think you've been reading too much of the Collins Family History. I'll have to talk to Vicki about that in the morning." David sighed in frustration. "I knew it...I shouldn't have told you anything! And if you're looking for Victoria, she isn't here. Aunt Liz told me that she got some unexpected call from Bangor. But that's not like her at all to just take off like that and not tell me where she's going. I think something funny is going on around but no one wants to tell me because I'm just a kid!" He threw himself onto the sofa, continuing to pout. "Sarah told me that someone is in danger...and she doesn't lie." Pausing, Roger thought better of refilling his brandy glass and replaced the stopper of the decanter. "I wish someone would leave me a note or something when things like this happen. I'm not psychic after all," the man groused more to himself than anyone else. Vickie leaving suddenly was certainly strange and the fact that David didn't know where she had gone was even stranger. The thought of waking Liz and interrogating her about it crossed Roger's mind almost as fast as his rational self quashed the idea. Liz would be furious with him if he did so, if only because she was probably fast asleep by now. "Are we the only two still awake in this house, or is Mrs. Johnson doing some late night cooking? Which wouldn't surprise me at all, mind you." Good Lord knows she could use the practice, he thought to himself. David hated it when his father changed the subject, something he did often when he either didn't want to tell David what was going on...or perhaps this time he was just as in the dark as David was. "I don't know if Mrs. Johnson is up or not...but then I haven't gone down to the kitchen yet." He chuckled to himself, amused at the possibility that his father also liked to raid the refrigerator at all hours of the night. Somewhere in the back Roger's mind a little voice was telling him it was far too late in the evening to start a fight and that nothing really could be accomplished by it in the first place. David would insist his ghost existed just as hard as Roger himself would insist that ghosts were not real, thus only a stalemate could be achieved. The almost inaudible ticking of the hall clock reminded the man of the time and rational thought dictated bed.Then Rogers stomach gurgled sourly. Alcohol on an empty stomach rolled around for one nauseating moment before settling again. He hadn't even been fortunate enough to get home in time for Mrs. Johnson to heat anything up for him and now his stomach was upset and very vocal. Truly wishing for a peaceful conversation with his son Roger waved the boy off the couch. "How about we go and see if there's anything left of dinner. That is, if you haven't already finished it all off. I know growing boys such as yourself have a healthy appetite." A small crept over the boy's lips as his father suggested getting a late night snack. Could it possibly be that his father was human after all? Stranger things had happened! Sending his father an appreciative glance, he quickly hopped off the couch and reached for his Spiderman comic book. "There's still some Salisbury steak left over and maybe some mashed potatoes." Of course none of the food really mattered much to him for during this split second, his father was showing him a kindness that he didn't often get to see. Seeing David's eagerness actually pleased Roger. Maybe... No. Better not wish for miracles. Lord knows he wasn't about to receive any. Not tonight anyway. Just take it one step at a time. "Well, then, let's see if I remember how to heat up the stove, shall we? Maybe there's some desert left... unless you've eaten it all that is." David gave him a sheepish grin as they both headed for the kitchen. "Nope. I couldn't possibly eat it all. Not in one sitting anyway." Was this the start of something positive between the two of them? As much as David hoped for such an occurrence, he somehow doubted it. Drinking often put his father in a calmer mood and that's probably all it was.{End Scene} 4:33 PM

Phoenix Darque

06/24/2009 08:36 AM 

To Boldly Go...

Jun 24, 2009 To Boldly Go Where No Dream Has Gone Before Current mood:creative Date occurred: Too many years ago to remember but I might have written it down somewhere. Date recorded: June 24, 2009 Story Title: To Boldly Go Where No Dream Has Gone Before Fandom or Universe: Star Trek TOS Genre: Dream Rating: G Safe for work? Yes Characters or Pairing(s): Convention goers Potential Triggers: None Notes and/or Warnings: None  POV: Mine Disclaimer: Every once in a while a dream from long ago resurfaces for my mental entertainment than disappears like a snowflake hitting a warm gust of wind. These are my dreams and they are in no semblance of order, reason or rhyme. If it happens, that is merely coincidence.  Tags: Star Trek, conventions, costuming, abandoned places, exploration and adventure, disjointed thoughts, layers of memory, dreamscape. Summery: Me...Her? Dressed as TOS Crewmember, short blue uniform, black boots & hose. Dark brown hair done up and piled on the head. Lt. Sandra Joe Lundstrum. USS Enterprise NCC-1701. I'm fighting hard to write SHE instead of I. We'll see how this goes. And yes, I switch between tenses because that's how dreams go. THE STORY: The convention was a primitive one held at the dawn of convention-going before they ever became organized. The location was a huge abandoned warehouse complex decorated with the bright mid-morning sunlight. The air was not overly warm, yet it was surprisingly clean of pollution as if a wind had blown the stink far away where it would dissipate into nothingness. The neighborhood was quiet, almost peaceful... empty of life except for the occasional passing car or emergency vehicle siren some blocks away, or birdsong... or a dog barking in the distance... all out of line of sight. A car was parked outside the warehouse, but whether it, too, had been abandoned or not was uncertain. Then again, probably not. There wasn't much dirt on it in the first place. She walked across the empty expanse of concrete and asphalt towards the door with a sign on it. The door where the car was parked. Looking at the building, the walls of the first floor had few windows, but they were intact. Unlike those smaller ones that made up the second level. From halfway up the upper story was all glass and frame, some of those small windows were either open to let what little breeze flow through as it willed, or were deliberately broken by persons unknown in a timeframe unknown. A man in his late 20's came forward from the vehicle he was standing beside (he wasn't there a moment ago) and reached to open the door for her. He knew why she was there and it was his job to be accommodating. Dark, hair, jeans, t shirt and leather jacket... then he was gone as she entered the building. The door, of its own mysteriously normal accord, whispered closed behind her. The inside of the building was a sharp contrast to the abandoned exterior. White painted walls, dividers, tiled and carpeted floors, hidden lighting, softly playing... music? Sound effects? The white noise buzz of many conversations, the inanimate hum of the very place itself. People dressed in a riot of colorful outfits milled about, standing around conversing, moving from one event to another, or sitting and enjoying a repast of some sort... Masks or real life aliens? Costumes or clothing? It was hard to tell, for what IS a costume, really, but clothing you wear for specific occasions... like work... church... swimming... sports... leisure... so many colorful costumes that people take for normal every day wear... taken for granted.... And yet something not in fashion is called a costume. Yet here it is perfectly normal... accepted as normal. That which is outside this place is not desirable, yet inside this place... home. You can feel it like humidity in Colorado. One moment it's not there, and then suddenly you can feel it... taste it... you welcome it with elation as it seeps into every aspect of your being. An event is about to start. She's been looking forward to this for so long and now the day has arrived. Taking a seat in the very center of the row near the front, yet not in the very front row, she sits, smoothing the short skirt of blue and looks at herself as she does so. Yes, she is presentable, and as a representative of her ship there could be no other way to look. The skirt, slit seductively... tastefully up one thigh, black translucent hose encasing slender legs, ending at the top of polished high black boots. Further up, the black-trimmed neckline dips just a bit lower over the left breast than the right, drawing ones eye to the star fleet insignia sewn just below. Trim and well build, the woman has a lovely figure, not too un-proportional, yet just right. Then there is the smell of pizza in the air and she wonders if she has time to pop out quickly to the stand outside the room for a slice of pepperoni and cheese to bring back to her seat. Yes, she'll chance it. The room's not filling up quickly. Not yet anyway. She has time...

Phoenix Darque

01/19/2010 08:36 AM 

Dark Shadows story: Sweet Dreams of You
Current mood:  creative

Sweet Dreams of You: Joshua Collins (a Dark Shadows story) Current mood:creative (DISCLAIMER: This is re-posted from my Dark Shadows RPG page. I just though you'd like to read some of my work. Apologies if you've seen this before.) Joshua Collins gazed around the bedroom that was his and Naomi's, glass of brandy in hand. Ah dear Naomi. Long dead these past few years. All of his family dead truth be told. First his daughter, Sarah, than his brother Jeremiah, Naomi... no, Barnabas was next. THAN Naomi. Suicide it was. Losing Sarah to illness was one thing, but she just couldn't live with the thought that her son was... no best not to dwell on it. Abigail died at Barnabas' hands, too. So many others surrounding the Collins family. It was a surprise that he actually had an heir to carry on the family legacy anymore. Daniel was a fine young man now and he'd done wonders with the family business.Old Joshua Collins yawned. He didn't want to sleep. HE was there seated in the chair in the corner. A shadowy wraith cloaked in darkness waiting like a vulture does for it's prey to die so it could feast upon the carcass of it's victim. HE would not take Joshua so easily. He was a Collins after all.Finishing his drink - probably the last one he'd ever have - and reached to place it on the bedside table. A hand came out of the shadows and took the glass from his shaking unsteady hand and did the job for him. Death.Death had been his constant companion for these long weeks now since he'd taken to his bed. He slept more and more each day and in those periods of sleep, he dreamed of happier times.Dear Naomi. The room still smelled of her perfume after all these years... and the sherry she drank. Or maybe that was just his imagination. Funny how the mind could push most of the nightmares back into the dark corners of the mind and allow the bright ones to shine through. The portrait on the nightstand of her was a constant reminder that he had ever really loved anyone so deeply in his life. Yes, theirs was an arranged marriage, but there was a time when he loved her. He did you know. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen and they were most in love.He couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had happened... the distance that grew between them... or what had precipitated the event, but one day when he found her drinking herself blind and he felt his heart grow sadder. Cooler like the onset of winter. The last happy day of his life he could remember was when Sarah had taken her first steps... right into his outstretched arms.... "You are ever so stubborn, Joshua Collins," a woman's voice admonished."Who...? Who's there?" he demanded.The darkness parted and a vision in a yellow gown approached. Her dark hair worn down in the same manor as he remembered when they first met. She was stunningly beautiful. "Naomi?" "Who else would it be?""Oh, Naomi." Joshua gathered the woman to him and kissed her. It was as if he were a young man in his early 20's again. The kiss broke and he held her to him in a hug, never wanting to let her go. "I've missed you so, you know."She put a hand on his chest and leaned back, parting them just enough to look into his eyes. The eyes of a young, viral man again. "I know. And I've missed you, too.""Can you ever forgive me?""For what?"He gave a short, ironic laugh. "For... well for everything. I know I didn't make your life easy the last few years. I never realized how much I loved you..." he couldn't finish the thought."Until I was gone?" she finished.He nodded, unable to speak. "Yes. I can," she said.Overjoyed, he kissed her and surrendered himself to the moment.The shadow in the chair arose at the sound of a sigh and crossed the room to the bed. Warm practiced fingers checked for a pulse that no longer existed. The flesh was already starting to cool. The dark clad figure folded the old man's hands on his chest before turning to leave the room.In the hall outside the bedroom door a man in his mid 30's looked up, the question already etched o his face."He's gone," Dr. Marcus told him. Daniel sighed. "Did he say anything before he died?"Marcus nodded. "Just one word...Naomi."

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