I love Myself

I love myself

I love myself

I think I’m grand

I go to the movies

and I hold my hand.

I put my arm

around my waist

and when I’m fresh

I slap my face!

 

A little ditty my mother taught me that my grandmother taught her .

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This was an early blog post 4 years ago. The writing on my other blog, My Name is Jamie, My Life in Prison, could get mentally overpowering so I started this blog where I could lighten up or write about other things

One day my mother sang this song. I should record it. It’s cute. I laughed and laughed because I could my short grandmother,  a flapper in the roaring 20’s, aging this song. Oh how she loved to dance. She met each of her 3 husbands on the dance floor.

So I thought I would share it again today. (smile)

  

Dance With The Devil, Dance

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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
Lurking in back of my eyes
Tasting the smells, seeing the ghosts
No matter how often I tried
Which memories shame me the most
It reminds me of where I’ve been
And how many miles I’ve gone
I tied it up in a garbage bag
And kept on walking alone

Too late, it caught up beside me
And said “Hi, where have you been?” 
It’s time to pay the price dear
You can’t run away from sin
You made a cause, the effect is now
There’s no choice, you can’t get away
You chose to play, it’s time to pay
It’s your end game, take a bow

It’s the game of games, winner takes all
You can’t run away, you’ll stumble and fall
If you lose there is no second chance
Dance with devil, dance dance

There is no way to get around it
Finish the hand life dealt
No matter the depth of pain it caused
No matter the fear you felt
It’s time for you to pay the price
There’s no choice, you can’t change the rules
You’re rolling the dice for your life
You can’t play me like I’m the fool

Years have passed, would you do it again
Knowing who you’ve become
Knowing how the game ends
When you thought you were having fun
Was it worth the price you had to pay
Would you do it different today
Looking in the mirror
Seeing scars that never fade

It’s the game of games, winner takes all
You can’t run away, you’ll stumble and fall
If you lose there is no second chance
Dance with the devil, dance dance
Dance with the devil, dance dance

Sonni Quick © 2019

(This is lyrics for new music)

I Missed My Train…Now What Happens?

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Right now I’m sitting at the Amtrak station at Ft Lauderdale, FL. I love riding the train, up or down the coast every month. I should already be on the train, the 8:50 AM train heading up the coast, but my ride to the station got me here 5 minutes late and I watched the train pull away. I sighed.

I didn’t panic because I knew there was one more train today in three and a half hours. It’s also a longer ride by several hours, and a longer lay-over at Philadelphia 30th St station. (my favorite station on this route) I won’t get into Harrisburg until 10:05 Pm tomorrow night instead of shortly 12:45 PM.

I really wanted my morning a cup of coffee that I would have gotten at the Cafe car and there was no food or vending machine at this tiny station, unless I wanted to walk a few blocks. I didn’t want it that bad although the walk would have been beneficial. Oh well, I’ll live.

I decided instead to work on a chapter for my book I was in the middle of writing. Inside The Forbidden Outside, so I put the time to good use. My phone was dead so I plugged it into the ONLY electrical outlet in this quite huge room. Since everyone has a device that needs charging its a good thing I’m the only one sitting here. Mass transit and airports usually have charging availabilities.

A man walks in from the outside looking for an outlet. “Can I please charge my phone?” he asked, seeing my cord plugged into the only outlet. He had been at an establishment, I don’t remember where, and his wallet had been stolen. He called the police, not very confident of getting it back but it was all he could do. He had just gotten a phone call from the police. They caught the guy. He still had his wallet and everything was in it. He needed to come get it. . . then his phone battery died. He needed to call Uber, who already has a credit card on file, since his card was in his wallet. Of course I told him to unplug me. He made his call, thanked me and ran out the door. 

Next, a woman came in, waiting for Tri-rail, which services the communities in lower Florida. While she waited she really wanted to have a cup of coffee, but she didn’t want to drag her suitcase.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I told her. “I’m more than happy to watch your bag. I have two hours yet to wait.”

She was happy about that and pulled he bag over to me and set it beside me. As she headed to the door she turned and asked, “Can I get you anything?”

A smile lit up my face. “A cup of coffee?” I got out my wallet to give her a few dollars and she said, no, it was a fair trade for watching her bag.

I wasn’t going hold on to the money for that cup of coffee for very long. Soon after she left, a man came into the station, distraught. He also like he was in pretty bad shape. He paced the room and sat down down in the row of metal seats in front of me. (Very uncomfortable for long term sitting. Good thing I have a little pillow with me.)

“Can you help me, please,” he said. He was holding a single dollar bill in his hand along with a plastic card and a folded piece of paper.

I listened to his story. “I just got out of jail. I been there for sixty days. I was a trustee and they paid me a dollar a day to clean up in the medical ward. People’s pee and throw up and and everything else no one wanted to clean up.”

“They released me at 8:45 last night and they gave me this debit card and said my $60 was on it, but it won’t work. I called the number on it but the person said I’d have to call back. I just want to get home and I can’t.”

I asked him how much his Tri-rail ticket would cost.
$2.80. He was asking me for $1.80, about the price of a cup of coffee.

“You don’t know what is like in there,” he said real fast.

“People getting raped and stuck with knives. You don’t know what they made me do!” he said, looking like he was about to cry.

“I do know,” I said, and explained why I know and the book I’m writing. I also believed his story. He wasn’t trying to panhandle money just to get money. I don’t know why he was in jail and I didn’t care at this moment. Whether he was guilty or not of whatever he was charged wasn’t the issue, either. He needed help and I could help him. Someday I may need help, too. That is the Law of Cause and Effect.

“I had this public defender and he didn’t care one bit about what was happening to me,” he said like an afterthought.

I did know the issue inmates had about not actually being defended by those who legally were supposed to. Public defenders didn’t defend you. They worked for the district attorney. Even if they wanted to do their job there was no time to do it. There were too many cases to deal with as people were arrested, often to fill quotas. In and out. Fine then and make sure they have a date to return to court. Make it impossible for them to defend themselves. If they have enough fines they can’t pay, they can then be given prison time. Debtors prison. It’s a screwed up system.

The Tri-rail was slowly pulling into the station. I took out a five dollar bill and handed it to him. I could have given him two one dollar bills, but with the extra $3.20, when he got off the train he could get something eat.

There was a look of gratitude on his face as he turned toward the door. “You’re a good woman. A soldier for Christ,” he said and ran to his train.

I chuckled a little. I had no time to tell him I was a Buddhist. But there are concepts between Buddhism and Christianity that are pretty much the same. Christians say, “You reap what you sow.” Nichiren Buddhists call it “The law of Cause and Effect.”

Other people say, “What goes around comes around,” or “You get back what you dish out.” It’s all the same whether you do the right thing or the wrong thing. Our lives are the product of our actions and the causes we make.

There is a rhythm in life. We control that rhythm with our thoughts, words and actions. We can blame no one, even the supposed big man in the universe, for what happens in our lives. But it’s not just the big things that happen. If we look closely at the events in our daily life as it unfolds, we can see the way the pieces fit.

It will be interesting to see how this day plays out; why I missed my train and had to take the next one. There is a reason. Who will I meet? What did I avoid? How do I affect someone else’s life, because I will, in some way. How does it affect my husband’s life having to drive to Harrisburg at 10:00 pm instead of 12:45 pm? 

Life is so damn interesting if you slow down and pay attention to the details.

Who is Taking Care Of My Broken Heart? Music video

 

This is my newest music video. I hope you enjoy it. This music piece has quickly become one of my fastest rising improvisations currently playing on 3 streaming sites, as well as a variety of other social media sites. When someone likes my music it is the best feeling for me.

My recordings are all home recordings. It’s been awhile since I made a recording in a music studio  and since I am not an engineer, and my knowledge of sound mixing is nonexistent, there are at times obvious mistakes I’m not sure how to fix.

This recording of, Who is Taking Care of My Broken Heart, mentions Jamie’s son, the man who is the main character in my book, Inside The Forbidden Outside.

Jamie has not been able to have any kind of face to face relationship with his son while he has been incarcerated because no one but myself has taken him to see his father. I live far away and can’t easily get to Texas. No one else has done much of anything to help and support him. You find it who really loves you and who only say the words

That is why his heart is broken

This is my main website – Sonni Quick 

You can also stream my music at Reverbnation

And SoundCloud

 

HAPPY New Year? Really?

Happy New Years – I think. I mean, that is what we’re supposed to say, isn’t it? We say it every year, until the illusion passes and we go back to work and the kids go back to school, broken toys in the corner of their room.

Federal workers are returning gifts for the money because landlords still expect rent money, and Trump is lying and said the workers are happy to have their life (and their own personal happy new year sacrificed) because they want him to build his ego – centered big beautiful wall so he can brag about being the best goddam president the United States has ever had. He is going to make the American people pay for that wall if it’s the last thing he does (and hopefully cashes in his chips – at his own bankrupted and closed casino in Atlantic City.) 

But personally, what do we actually do different that makes it possible to have a good and happy year? For most people, probably nothing  They are tired, trying to survive so the don’t pay attention to it. 

I saw not ONE personal new years resolution this year, because they really are a joke. What I DID see was ( too many to count in my head) sparkling posters on Facebook messenger flashing HAPPY NEW YEAR in big multi – color letters; an impersonal and meaningless way to say you care – to someone you don’t care about and have never met. 

So what is it that we (as a country and personally) are going to do differently this year that will make this a happy year? We pretend everything will get fixed by somebody, and say the same thing every year. Then we forget about it for 12 months and do it again.

I’m being cynical – intentionally – The polical climate in the US of A is so bad that it’s citizens hate each other, and that hate is CAUSED by corrupt politicians who are fighting over how much more they are going to screw us and the country in this new year – AND WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY? And yet we put on a hat, watch a ball in NYC drop down again, party a little, wake up and go about how we are going to survive the year and fruitless I Oops a little security for ourselves as debt climbs.

Yeah, happy new year.

Who’s Taking Care of My Broken Heart

 

Listen to Who’s Taking Care of My Broken Heart by Sonni Quick #np on #SoundCloud

I posted this to soundcloud.com/sonni-quick three weeks ago and it quickly became one of my most frequently played recordings. Not in the scope of someone backed by a major producer, but I’ve been pleased with the results so far by those who follow my music and share it. SoundCloud is a great site to hear good non-industry music, develop playlists or play one already compiled, 

At this stage of my life, ober the past couple years I’ve had about 20k hits combined on all of the music I have on the internet and thats a heck of a lot more than those who saw me play live when I was younger – and those people could never hear the music again.

The internet has been a great boom to musicians getting their music heard – but there is extremely little money in it. Why buy what you can stream?

I’m banking on my combined following of music and those generated by Jamie’s blog and social media. It will give my book (when it’s done) the possibility of greater success. I posted a new partial chapter today on Jamie blog. SUBSCRIBE at that blog to read complete chapters.

I welcome your feedback. Reader’s opinions and criticism is my only way right now to find out what is wrong – or right. Do you want to be a reader,  let me know. If you do  I’ll send you a free t-shirt, (that you can also purchase on the first post at the blog) a free copy of the book when it comes out, and your name in the book for those who helped – and a few album dl of all the music, which would come with a purchase of the book.

Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll give you more details. 

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My website – sonniquick.net – for music, YouTube videos and photos

My music Facebook page

 

Harpo Marx

I couldn’t resist. It’s getting close to the end of the year and I think I should end on an upbeat note. This put a smile on my face. It came from a time in our history when comedy didn’t have to be rude or crude to get a laugh. It didn’t need cuss words. It didn’t need words at all. The actors poked fun at themselves instead of making fun at someone else’s expense.

So sit back and have a laugh. Watch it twice. I did!