Hello everyone. This is Lauren from Projekt 2501, Frank's fiancee. For those that don't know, Frank passed away on May 19th, 2007 after battling brain cancer for a year and a half. I will continue to accept comments regarding Frank, our music and/or Projekt 2501 only, and will continue to accept friend requests, to keep this page running. Frank loved his music and he loved his friends and his fans more than anything. Let's not let that love diminish because of his passing.
Thank you so much.
Sincerely, Lauren/Projekt2501
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"What's happened to me," he thought. It was no dream. His room, a proper room for a human being, only somewhat too small, lay quietly between the four well-known walls......
I have been to almost every state in the country. Traveled thousand of miles and across the world and nothing ever seems to surprise me. I am a person who has been to hell and back, over and over again. I don't let things like that bring me down. People see me as a person that is easy to get along with. One that makes them laugh and enjoy life just a little bit more. I have been called many things.. been called a "savior" more times then i can count. I try to be there the best I can for my friends and family. Friend is a strong word to me, one i don't use very much really. I am person who needs a lot of love and time. My views on things and on how things should be are mine... if you are that close to me you understand them, and respect them. I try to focus on life and the things I enjoy. I don't let nothing get in my way of that. I am not a guy, just Frank. I have sets of rules that people should follow by to be involved in my life. If we don't click that way then you don't belong in it. Its mine, my life to choose who stays or goes or have bearing on me or my decision making. I have no tolerance for drugs or complete fake people, so leave me out of it. I have no problem smashing someones face in, but that is not the level I usually go to. People have lost all drive, sometimes all hope. It scares me what may happen to this world if we keep in the current direction. But for my time here, I love to make the most of it.. and the people in my life, I love to bring them some satisfaction to show them that not all is gone. Real men still exist.. drive, focus, love and knowledge still prevail. Things have gotten lost in this synthetic world..... I'm here to repair it and find it for a select few of you.
Some more about me....
Frank Miller was born in 1976 in Philadelphia, PA. Music was his passion for all his life. Then 12 years ago,right out of high school he started his own DJ company and traveled much of the time. He returned to Philadelphia and was involved heavily in the electronic, gothic and industrial scene. When not creating music for Projekt 2501, Frank Miller guest DJ's at various clubs throughout the country and world. Known as 'DJ Corrupted Bios', Frank has worked in Germany,Philadelphia, New York City, New Jersey, Chicago, Milwaukee, and Washington D.C. to name a few. With frequent work in Philadelphia, Frank is a huge part of the industrial gothic music scene. A true supporter of the underground scene, he decided it was time to take the next step. Along with Wolf Loetsch and Lauren Zeuner they combined their efforts and minds to create what you know as Projekt 2501.
Frank Miller has performed live on the 2005 tour as the keyboardist for VNV NATION & COMBICHRIST.
I will not add anyone without at least messaging me first. So hopefully you read my profile before trying to "befriend" me. I love hanging out with friends going to clubs, cooking, horror movies, parties, or friendly get-togethers and talking with intersting people. I also DJ and create music also........
I am part of the band PROJEKT 2501.
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Before the Law stands a doorkeeper. To this doorkeeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. "It is possible," says the doorkeeper, "but not at the moment." Since the gate stands open, as usual, and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man stoops to peer through the gateway into the interior. Observing that, the doorkeeper laughs and says: "If you are so drawn to it, 'just try to go in despite my veto. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the least of the doorkeepers. From hall to hall there is one doorkeeper after another, each more powerful than the last. The third doorkeeper is already so terrible that even I cannot bear to look at him." These are difficulties the man from the country has not expected; the Law, he thinks, should surely be accessible at all times and to everyone, but as he now takes a closer look at the doorkeeper in his fur coat, with his big sharp nose and long, thin, black Tartar beard, he decides that it is better to wait until he gets permission to enter. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit down at one side of the door. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be admitted, and wearies the doorkeeper by his importunity. The doorkeeper frequently has little interviews with him, asking him questions about his home and many other things, but the questions are put indifferently, as great lords put them, and always finish with the statement that he cannot be let in yet. The man, who has furnished himself with many things for his journey, sacrifices all he has, however valuable, to bribe the doorkeeper. The doorkeeper accepts everything, but always with the remark: "I am only taking it to keep you from thinking you have omitted anything." During these many years the man fixes his attention almost continuously on the doorkeeper. He forgets the other doorkeepers, and this first one seems to him the sole obstacle preventing access to the Law. He curses his bad luck, in his early years boldly and loudly; later, as he grows old, he only grumbles to himself. He becomes childish, and since in his yearlong contemplation of the doorkeeper he has come to know even the fleas in his fur collar, he begs the flea ' s as well to help him and to change the doorkeep er's mind. At length his eyesight begins to fail, and he does not know whether the world is really darker or whether his eyes are only deceiving him. Yet in his darkness he is now aware of a radiance that streams inextinguishably from the gateway of the Law. Now he has not very long to live. Before he dies, all his experiences in these long years gather themselves in his head to one point, a question he has not yet asked the doorkeeper. He waves him nearer, since he can no longer raise his stiffening body. The doorkeeper has to bend low toward him, for the difference in height between them has altered much to the man's disadvantage. "What do you want to know now?" asks the doorkeeper; "you are insatiable." "Everyone strives to reach the Law," says the man, "so how does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has ever begged for admittance?" The doorkeeper recognizes that the man has reached his end, and, to let his failing senses catch the words, roars in his ear: "No one else could ever be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you. I am now going to shut it."
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