Michael Jackson's Thriller!




Also, this.



That has to be the funniest music video, I've ever seen in my life.

Well. I go to concerts ALL the time. Especially Incubus shows haha. I've seen them 17 times and counting.

But I would have to say either Incubus at UC Berkeley Greek Theater July 14, 2007 or Incubus at Red Rocks in Colorado July 18, 2007.

Today, January 7th, 2008 is my 23rd birthday. This lyric really applies now "A decade ago I never thought I would be at 23 on the verge of spontaneous combustion woe is me. But I guess that it comes with the territory. An ominous landscape of neverending calamity. I need you to hear, I need you to see. That I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possiblity, to me...." Oh and I've got pink hair and purple bangs. Two new nifty tattoos. It's been a long time since I've written in the Ole eljay. I got a half sleeve in memorial to my Daddy and a beautiful Ganesha on my left inner arm above the Koi/Perspective pries.. I'm all tatted up. Lots of things have happened. I was actually thrown in a psychiatric hospital in October. Involentarily. Woo. Not really. It was hell on earth. I'm just trying to survive. That's my goal. I had a huge nervous and emotional breakdown after dad died. It was all downhill after that I attempted suicide thats where the psych hosptial comes in. I've been diagnosed with major depression, generalized anxiety disorder, adjustment disorder and a whole mess of other shit. I'm on lots of meds. GO ME! My psychologist and doctor says that it will take 2-3 years at least because I fell apart completely. I feel like a child again. Lost, alone, and I feel orphaned. So, of course I"m out of work and on disablity. I go see Benny Kenney and Christopher Kilmore of Incubus on the 22ndd YAY! I miss the Incuboys. Then Foo Fighters on Feb 2nd. Then off to my best friend's in Iowa on Feb 11 for ten days. Anyway, that's what's been going. on. But since nobody elese will probably remember. Happy birthday to me.

Yeah it's taken a while, but this was on the booklet well inside of the booklet I wrote for Dad's memorial....

Gerald Gordon Frank
Jerry
Dad passed away at University of California: San Francisco Medical Center on
Sunday July 29, 2007; after a four year illness. Dad was a beloved husband, father, mentor, and friend. He was a loyal employee of Raley‚s for 32 years and throughout those years made many close friends in all ranks of the company and even beyond the company into the vendors.

Dad had an amazing sense of humor and loved all sorts of jokes, mainly practical ones. He enjoyed methodically planning them out; it didn‚t matter how long it took to get even to those who had pulled pranks on him. You always knew when it was him, because you could hear his uproarious laughter down the halls.
Only his generosity and kindness of spirit surpass his keen sense of humor. He had the most integrity of any person I have ever known and passed that down to us kids. He taught us to always work hard and we could have or be whatever we wanted to be. He always wanted us to be happy.
Dad would open his heart to anyone. He was always available, no matter how busy he was, to listen to you and lend a compassionate hand to help. He never asked for anything in return, just the same friendship returned back to him, and it shows with all of you in attendance this morning. Dad would be touched to know that so many people cared for him. He genuinely cared about each and every single friend, family member, employee and the company he worked for.
The only person he loved more was my mother Peggy. They were together for 37 years and they were the best. When you were around my mom and dad you genuinely could feel the love and deep connection between them. They were a pleasure to be around and the best parents anyone could hope to have.
Dad is preceded in death by his loving mother Maxine Love Frank, and his father Bruce Herbert Frank. Grandparents Gizelle and Edgar Koch. Also his closest friend and partner in many a practical joke Denny Desimone. I remember him coming home time after time with bags from the Sharper Image because he and Denny had gone on their lunch hour. „Don‚t tell your mother‰ he‚d say and run off to his room to play with his new toys.
Dad will be extremely missed and can never be replaced. I will carry everything he taught me for the rest of my life and try to be a good and generous as he was.
--- Dori

After a lengthy 4 year fight against everything he was going through, mainly complications from Gastric Bypass surgery, my father passed away at University of San Francisco Medical Center in ICU. I was called at work, picked up by my brothers and not more than twenty minutes later the doctor came out and told my mom. I just saw her fall into his arms and I knew it. I screamed obscenities at the top of my lungs ran though the double doors, literally threw myself against a wall and down on the floor and basically threw a tantrum. Screaming bloody murder saying "NO! NO! NO! NO! OH GOD NO!" A doctor apparently came after me. I think she thought I was having a coronary. I just couldn't stop bawling and it was the most adverse visceral reaction I've ever had in my life. I had to call work and let them know and I don't even know who I was talking to, but I just screamed, "MY DAD DIED!" over and over and over. Finally someone got one of my bosses, who cried with me. I work for the same company my father did. He worked there for 32 years. But the doctor who came after me was so nice. She asked if she could hug me and she consoled me. And a chaplain came and I'm not one for religion or anything. I'm agnostic. But it was really nice that my mom and brothers talked to her and she helped me as well. We actually talked about Incubus and how their music has helped me and how it will continue to help me through this awful time. I never even got to say goodbye. The last thing I said to him was on the phone last night. "Bye Dad." But I did go to the hospital on Friday in the ICU and we talked and I got to hug him and tell him I loved him. After they got him all cleaned up. We all went in and got to see him. It was too much for me so I left. But before we left the hospital for home. My mom asked if I wanted to say one last goodbye. and I had her come in with me. He just looked like he was sleeping. He had a breathing tube down his throat. He fought so hard for so long but his poor body just couldn't take it anymore. Before I got there with two of my three brothers (the other one was already there with my mom) they called code blue on my dad. They worked for 50 minutes on him. God, those doctors tried SO HARD but in the end it was just time. I was afraid to touch him. I kind of patted his head a little bit and it was heartbreaking to watch my mom say goodbye. They've been together for 35 years. Since she was 16. But when she was finished she turned around to leave. And I couldn't move. I didn't want to leave my daddy. But I did. Right now I feel so numb. I expect him to come out on his walker down the hallway, knock on my door and ask me to clean the kitchen or go to Jack in The Box for some Tacos for him. It's all too surreal right now. All I know is this. I love him. I always will. I've been daddy's girl since birth. I have three brothers, one older, two younger. And I've always been that to him. And I always will be and I will miss him for the rest of forever.

[b]RIP - Gerald Frank March 5, 1950 - July 29, 2007.[/b]

Yes, dear Michael, yes it is. That is all...

You know I used to hate the winter and the fall because it would make me depressed and I hate the rain. But somehow this year, I'm calm about it. I sit here in my huuugeee comfy Incubus sweater from the Crow era, and I have my hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows and I think to myself what has happened over this past year. I turned 21, I don't remember most of my birthday at all. Ha. In February I am talked into breaking out of my little shell I was in and travel for the first time to see the Division Group. A lot of shit happened, a lot bad, but I am nothing but grateful for it. My father grew gravely ill. We almost lost him, thinking about it, just looking back upon it all, I cannot believe I pulled through it. Then Tempe and Edgefest happened. Then I went to Colorado and was able to see the bigger picture for the first time in 21 years and now my heart is there. Then Bimbo's happened and Incubus reminded me of just why they changed my entire life, with a face melting, soul lifting, ass rocking performance in a teeny jazz club in San Francisco. Then by some force we end up at an afterparty and I finally get to meet him. I tell him of how his band and words change my life and we connect. it made me feel amazing. Now I read the lyrics to the full album of Light Grenades and listen to the clips and I'm literally rendered speechless. Right or wrong this year has been nothing but a learning experience for me. I will never forget 21, not many people do, they are like YAY 21 bitches, I'm legal. But that's not what this year signified to me. I'll sum it up in this. "Resist! Unlearn! Defy! Get out from under precipice and see the sky!" Which is exactly what I did this year. I wouldn't trade it. Everything is an important experience that led me to now...When I fall into regret, I stumble with the words...And the end of the year is going to be so amazing. Light Grenades on November 28th, Christmas season! Then FUCKING THEATRE TOUURRRRR! Oh it's going to be glorious, then come summer. Man, it's going to be incredible. I'm so thankful for everything, truly. If the hardships that transpired this year, didn't, I would have never found out how strong I am, and I would never have finally FINALLY been at peace with who I am. Hmm. I leave you with this.

We’re given a garden
& gave back a parking lot. (we got about fifteen minutes to go…)
Before this audience starts throwing tomatoes, yeah! (it’s not the end, there is more show!
We got about fifteen minutes to go!)
Survived the plague, floated the flood
Just peeked our heads above the mud. No one’s immune, deadening bells,
My God, will we survive ourselves?! I’m not an alarmist
but someone should break the glass (& pull that red, T-lever down!)
to get their attention
start lobbing the light grenades (that burst & blind them with the truth,
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!)
Survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud.
No one’s immune, deafening bells, my God, will we survive ourselves?!
Survived the plague, floated the flood just peeked out heads above the mud.
Wipe off your face, we’ve come this far.
Come on, remember who you are.
Come on! Remember who you are! (Remember! Remember!)
Come one! Remember who you are! (Remember! Remember!)
Come on, Remember who you are!!!!!!

"I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless and in this moment I am happy...HAPPY!"

Pictures, as promised. First here is what I had to do to get into the show -
This is from Brians Blah, Blah blog. He is the phone screener from Live 105's Woody, Tony, and Ravey show: STREETS OF SF HARD ON GIRLS KNEES: Dori was the biggest Incubus fan ever. Yes, she did the nasty, which was LICKING UP HER TOENAIL CLIPPINGS ON THE STREET. She got on her hands and knees on Broadway St. and licked the piss spat (maybe even) diseased-homeless puking pavement until all her toenail clippings were gobbled up, swallowed while scraping her throat going down, and sitting uncomfortably in a hungry tummy. That alone sounds like a pretty hardcore fan of Incubus, but the reason she did this was because, everyone has a band they worship and Incubus is hers. Here’s her story. She has 5 Incubus…actually Brandon Boyd tattoos on her body…2 on her shoulders, 1 on the lower back, 1 on her wrist, and 1 on her ankle. She told me a story of how Incubus’s music saved her life. She used to be like 400 lbs and really lazy, had no motivation to trim down. That was until she heard the inspiring lyrics Incubus sang in the song, “Nice to Know You.” She said that when she heard that song, it made her change her ways. She rose up out of her depression and was comforted by the intense body high reverberating through her body from that song. She saw them live once and they played that song, she had that exact tingling jump throughout her body. I give it the description…BRANDON WAS F-ING HER WITH WORDS, because it sounds like she had a legitimate orgasm upon hearing the song.
And yes, if you are wondering, it kind of happened tonight. It was incredible. No words, just...no fucking words, man. I met Brandon, he touched every single one of my tattoos, even moving my clothing out of the way to touch them. He was impressed by the crow, with his handwriting. He was just tracing them with his fingers. It blew my mind, it was pretty surreal. Tony told him what I did to get into the show. He thought it was pretty awesome. I talked to all of them. I was so excited to meet Mikey. I told him "oh man I've been wanting to meet you for so long, I'm just really excited to meet you!" and he's like "That deserves a hug!" and then he hugged me, we took the picture, and I bounced his hair. I couldn't help it. I apologized and he's like "No worries!" I LOVE THAT LITTLE MUNCHKIN! We talked to Ben, Kil, and Jose, seperatly of course. They were all milling about. We went outside, said goodbye to Brandon, chatted with him for a bit. He gave us hugs and kisses on the cheek and we went home. Then I had to be at work the next morning at fuckin 11am. I got no sleep. I finally fell asleep around 4 this morning, over 48 hours later. Jesus.


Without further ado - pictures.

( I picture your face at the back of my eyes, a fire in the attic, a proof of the prize... )

Something amazing happened last night. I cannot tell you what it is yet. I must go to work, but whence I get off, you will have documentation of it all. I love you all.