Watch and Whirl Shop

 

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watchandwhirl.ecwid.com 

It has grown with many new items that have been hand selected for quality. It would make me happy if you would go and take a look and share it on your social media. At the moment I can only sell to the Continental US, but that will be changing. So even if you are in another country, you have connections in the US.

Without sales I can’t pay an editor who I can publish my book about Jamie Cummings years in prison. He was just paroled and left the prison last Thursday. I will have more on that later. There is also a sequel planned that goes from 2016 through the issues of re-entry. This entire project has taken 4 years of my life and must not fall through because financially I can’t finish it off professionally. Anyone can also send money to help if you want to at PayPal.com by sending money to Jamie’s email address that was set up for this blog. squick@mynameisjamie.net.

I will be putting a store at this blog, too, which is why I have the store the name of the blog. It will take $200 to convert a personal blog to a business.

I need your support, even if it is only looking at what I’m doing.

Here are a few pictures of recent additions to the store

 

I Have Nothing Left to Give

This is my newest piece of music. Any of my music needs to heard through headphones or good speakers. Listening to this on anything less and you will miss a lot. The best way to listen is in the dark laying down to sleep and letting it carry you off to a dream. Enjoy. You can, for now, down load it for free or put it in a play list. I have 66 recordings at soundcloud.com/sonni-quick and about 40 at reverbnation.com/sonniquick and all music and videos on my website at sonniquick.net

Listen to I Have Nothing Left To Give by Sonni Quick on #SoundCloud

The Ugly Color of the Rainbow – revised

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(explanation below)

Sadly, the people you left behind
won’t know what they will miss
Closing doors, no final looks
To determine if there was any worth to find
No matter the reason, it brings you pain
The kiss, never quite meeting the cheek
before it breezes on with nothing to gain
There will be no need to ever find out
If the person you dismiss
Was the one you didn’t know how much you’d miss
When life pulled the rug from beneath your feet
Afraid of ending life so sad and so alone
Because there was no bridge to cross
You caught your breath
The raging water looked so deep
You could barely see the other side
to see the person standing there
Who fell down weeping, head on the ground
Breathing in the smell of the dirt
and the hateful thoughts they found
When finding someone else to blame
You threw away the one who came
home and was not easy to know
But oh so very easy to let go
You grew weary of trying on your own
Your only thought was let them to go
Never thinking that the day might come
Where I might be the only one
Who really understood who you were
Oh how scared you felt
When you couldn’t find your way
You couldn’t glue together the pieces of your life
They wouldn’t stay connected
You didn’t feel you were protected
But life doesn’t care how you feel
We must gather all our strengths
No one makes it all alone
or knows the length life will go
to show you all the truths you need to know
You were convinced you had no need of me
Toss me away . . . like yesterday. . . didn’t matter
You can’t reach the top if you don’t climb the ladder
But you stopped. . . when you reached halfway
Afraid of falling, you made yourself look away
The whole truth was never important enough
You made peace with just a piece
You don’t even want to know why anymore
You can’t even take a step, it’s easier to endure
But you can’t just stuff it down
It will never go away, unless I make no sound
Then chances will disappear never to be found
No one cares, mistakes I’ve made a few
Coming home to no home I can’t undo
The chance to make amends dissolve
Into a pool of life it can’t resolve
It becomes lost just like we are
Because you stood still and it washed away
Close the door that shut out my cries
Let in the fearfulness of intended lies
That kept you locked away in fear
The truth was not at all what it appeared
The truth is not at all what it appears
Was it worth it, losing me without trying?
Not thinking causing pain only ends with dying
You believe you are not as strong as you are
Locked in a place you can’t take the first step
Fear of change, you were always afraid
of changing the same old same old
Fingers spread across your mouth, never being bold
Keep inside your mind what you are needing
So nothing changes, life keeps you grieving
What if you were wrong all along – again
I can’t be still, say I don’t care and pretend
that blood isn’t thicker than someone else’s needs
Unfinished feelings can be planted just like weeds
To grow again into an unnamed garden
Given strength no lie can crack, the outside hardened
I don’t think anyone cares about that but me
I seem to care alone and I can’t forsee
When it crawls beneath my skin
Where aging wrinkles grow
Indifference is such an ugly color of the rainbow
The future already knows
That you are reaping the cause you sowed
And how does it affect the coming days?
When we run out of time to understand
That we will do it all again, that is cause and effect
Breathing the last breath is not the time to reflect
Will anyone be there to breathe it with you?
Or breathe it with me
when you show your love for me already died
Confusing again twisted truth, how it lied
We slowly, painfully run out of time
Who else knew you since the time we were born
The moment will be gone – no one aware
We will not know when it’s time to mourn
and we will not know it was the time to care
It will be gone

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In 2010 I moved back to my home state to be near family because I was deathly ill. My mother begged me to, so I’d have family to support me. Only they were not so happy I came back. Now it is 2019 and nothing changed. I won’t get into that complicated mess. I wrote quite abit about it in past years.

One family member was my older sister. Most of my life we were not friends and as adults she believed a lie without asking me if it was true. She wanted nothing to do with me. We made ammends after 2010 and told each other we wouldn’t do that again. She was the only one who supported me through my illness. But her husband was not a very good man and he had control. He succeeded in turning her against me and she cut me off once again. She felt she had to make a choice. Her husband or her sister. She couldn’t have both and I lost her again. This poem I wrote for her but I haven’t sent it to her yet.

 

Ravens Take to The Sky

Listen to Ravens take To The Sky by Sonni Quick #np on #SoundCloud

I have a granddaughter named Karissa Raven (Quick). It is hard when you aren’t in the life of grandchildren that live with the parent that isn’t your child. It is hard on grandmothers when your son’s baby momma doesn’t want to be in contact with you and never tells you anything that is going on in her life.

My son and the mother were young and unmarried. They tried to make it work but it was an accidental pregnancy and they had nothing in common. My son worked on the road and the mother moved far away. My son paid support until she was 18, but he wasn’t able to see her. Very complicated. She is 20 now.

I knew the mother since the time she was 18. No matter what I said she always thought I didn’t like her. Since we had no relationship and things were bad between her and my son, my grand daughter only heard her mother’s version of things. That is normal. But when you are young you don’t understand there are always two sides to every story and the truth lies somewhere in the middle. One story is not ever the the whole truth.

Unfortunately, the mother broke many of the court stipulations but my son couldn’t take her to court because she filed false kidnapping charges against him after she dropped the child off with him and took off on a cruise. He had to work and took her with him to his next contract, out of state,  but let her know where he was. That was how she knew where to send the police to arrest him.

They let him out of jail after about ten days. They weren’t going to pay to extradite him. But he couldn’t go into the state of California for 1O years because there was a 500k bench warrant if he was caught inside the state. After ten years they said he could come and turn himself in and he would be able to get out after 30 days when he went to court, but by then he had a family to support and couldn’t do it. So even though he had court ordered visitation, he couldn’t see her. It was sad, because he never did kidnap her. It was a way for the mom to make him suffer, and he did. The lost of his child was almost like a death.

My granddaughter cut ties with my son because he tried to tell her what her mother did because it ripped him to shreds. The last time I spoke her was about 6 years ago. She would agreed to talk to me if  “you never mention your son,” not “my father.”But I did and she hung up on me and never spoke to me again ever. I waited and waited for her to grow up. I left an occasional message on her Instagram page. No answer.

Meanwhile, my mother is getting older and in a wheelchair as is her other great grandmother. Both 86. She has an 11 and 12 year old 1/2 brother and sister she had never seen or spoken to. I’d watch her mother’s Facebook page for pictures. My heart hurt. Quite ago I left another message with her mother  asking her please ask Karissa to call and heard nothing – until about two weeks. She wrote, “I am willing to talk to Moya. ” (her 11 yr old half sister). Since then she and I  have texted some – me more than her, but the two girls talked. A connection was made. 

I did what I usually do when I’m emotional. I compose music. The title has her middle name. I sent it to her in a text today. I haven’t heard back yet. Music is the gift I can give that no one else can give. It is part of the story. It is part of me. I don’t even know what kind of music she likes so maybe it won’t mean much to her. I’m have to wait and see.

Who Do I See In The Stainless Steel Mirror?

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Listen to Who Do I See in the Stainless Steel Mirror by Sonni Quick #np on #SoundCloud

This is my newest music for a chapter in my book  “Inside The Forbidden Outside”.

 

All of the music I record is improvised “off the top of my head.” It is relatively easy. With practice and time most anyone to learn how to play the piano. Learning to read notes and where they are played on the piano can be taught. Even how to play with certain kinds of touches, such as striking the keys hard or soft because it is shown with different symbols on the music. But that doesn’t mean the student has a talent for music interpretation, just like a dancer learning ballet may or may not have the gift of dance, or an artist born with the gift of interpreting life through a pencil or paint.

I started out in life having to learn how to read music as a young child and I wasn’t a good student. I was too headstrong about how I wanted to play a piece of music. I had the discipline to teach myself a lot of what I know. I always knew playing the piano would be an important part of my life. I hear many piano players who are much better players than I am and some have incredible technique and I envy their skill. But if you took away their music, what would they play? There are also wonderful improv players out there who don’t understand music yet can play beautiful music.

When I record a new piece I have no idea what I’m going pay, or even they key I’m going to play in. If I “try” to force it, it doesn’t work. I start with an emotion. I record because I have an urge to play  I’ve gotten out of bed to play and record. I always record when I play because I can’t repeat what I do. You hear it, mistakes and all. I sit down and turn on my piano and press the record button – and just – play. My hands interpret the feelings I have.

Sonni Quick hands on the piano keyboard

Later, when I play it back I try to understand how my hands knew where to go. I look at my hands. They are getting old. Age spots are appearing.  I used to want to hide them in photos of me playing the piano. Music is, and always has been centered on the youth. I used to be young and the youth today will get old. We need to stop centering life on one category of people and join together. That is why Indie music is so important.

These hands have experienced everything I’ve been through, and they aren’t fine making music yet.  There is wisdom and magic in them. I imagine the keys on the piano and I wonder, where did that come from? Why did I play the keys I did?

When I was little I wanted to play the most beautiful music in the world, although I couldn’t say what that was. And I’m not saying that is what it is now, but it’s getting closer. I don’t think we come to the end of our creativity because of our age, although health could interfere. I think we chose to stop our creativity because we think we are getting old. Some of the best musicians out there are “Dinosaurs” old(er) musicians  But it doesn’t matter what we look like – it is the sound of music we play.

I started a Facebook group called, Dinosaur Musicians  If you know anyone who fits the bill and they are still recording music and would like another place to upload it, tell them about it.

If you’d like to hear more of music – streaming it with your eyes closed at night is best, go to my website sonniquick.net

Go to My Name is Jamie to read a bit of the book. Follow me by email to get new posts about the book and music.

Please support me in my efforts. I also have a Facebook music page found at: http://facebook.com/sonniquickspiano 

http://soundcloud.com/sonni-quick

http://reverbnation.com/sonniquick 

And look me up on YouTube: Sonni Quick Improv Piano  I have 20 music videos I created using some great software.

Like the pages, follow me, and leave a comment that you saw me at this blog. I don’t have a management team. All I have is you.

Have a great week! Sonni

Dreams of Dreaming

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I’ve been working endless hours lately trying to fit everything in and get my two online stores open – which I did.  I want to encourage you to go.  I am adding new product all the time and I really need your support. The easiest thing to do is go to Facebook and in the search bar put Watch and Whirl.  ( I will later add the store to this blog, too).  I don’t have a separate URL for the Facebook store yet until I get my sales tax ID, but it is still open for business.  If you like and share the page it will help Facebook to increase my organic reach of how many people they will show it to for free.  Ads get pricey, so getting likes and follows really helps in the long run.

I have music instruments, household goodies like really neat rugs, Tiffany style lamps and windows, frangrances and all kinds of items in the Misc Goodies section. and if you have a little girl – and awesome purse for Easter or Spring!

If you are interested I will write a post later and tell you all the steps I took to get started if you’d like to do this yourself.

I did finish a new piece of music  and I want to share that with you and post it before I fall asleep and get caught up in another day. I hope you enjoy.

This is a soundtrack for a chapter in the book I am writing – Inside The Forbidden Outside. The chapter takes place inside a lucid dream.

I am an avid dreamer. Every night, every time I wake I am in a dream. I can get up, use the bathroom, go back to bed and pick up the same dream.  I can also sometimes make myself continue to stay asleep so I can continue to dream until I am done with it.  Can anyone else do that?

Go to my music website and subscribe to my mailing list, which I send once a month so you won’t miss the new music I record. sonniquick.net

My New E-Commerce Store at watchandwhirl.ecwid.com

I decided not to play it safe anymore. Too much is at stake. Survival in the world today.

MY NEW ECWID STORE : WATCH AND WHIRL
It will soon be part of this blog as well everything else I write. I’m contending. I need a way to make the money to finish my book and music  I need to help Jamie survive.

There is still much to do to make it a great site. The opening page of the store has this photo and the link should take you to the store. Check it out! Please? 😁

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watchandwhirl.ecwid.com 

I can be impulsive. I’ve been known to take risks and jump in with both feet, realizing I didn’t know how to swim so I better learn what I’m doing very fast.

There are enough people in the world who play it safe. They don’t rock the boat because they don’t want to know what will happen. Not only that, what will people think? You’d be amazed at how little time people spend thinkinv about what you do with your life. They are too busy with their own life.

In the last ten years I have had many health challenges. I had choice. Be a victim, or find a way to get over it. I don’t want to bore you with years. We can either pull ourselves up by the  bootstraps or complain about the bad hand life dealt.

I have always worked hard. It was devastating when I had to close my store in Kew West to check into a hospital. I have never had a “job” that paid me an established paycheck. I thought it was important to be paid more if you worked harder. That keeps me motivated. I’m a dedicated work-a-holic who gets addicted to everything I do and I do not give up easily when I have started something. I had to give up that dream.

It was while being stuck in bed that I began the blogs: mynameisjamie.net and watchandwhirl.com. Then I began writing the book I am still rewriting “Inside The Forbidden Outside” as I learn what is needed to be a better writer. But that is not what this blog post is about. It is about surviving successfully so I can publish it successfully and financially back on my feet. It takes money. Money I don’t have.

ANYWAY. . . this is what I’m leading to. I read an ad somewhere about starting an online store for $47. I clicked on it because the number 47 plays a big part in my life – a subject for another post. It stopped me long enough to read about it. $47 was just the beginning. I have spent 6 weeks learning what to do.

Long story short I took advantage of what they offered. I started researching and learning. I had a vehicle now to build a business one brick at a time. I am opening my first store. There is still a lot of work to do on it and there is only a fraction of the products in that I want, but I can at least show you what I’m doing.

E commerce has grown since I did eBay 18 years ago. There are so many more platforms. The competition for your attention is fierce. To begin, I will have a store at Ecwid, a store on Facebook and a store on Ebay. I  will also put a store on this blog and turn it into a business blog, not just an information one. Today all I can do is put in  a link. I only ask that you take a look. See how I set it up. Do you have any suggestions? Are there products you would buy if they were there?

So many of our connections now are online. Some we talk to for years. Now I need these people who I’ve crossed paths to help me stand up.

Advertising can be costly so the more you share what I’m doing the more it helps. Here is the link to the first store. It will also be at Facebook. Many thanks to my friends who have supported me with my music and book.