I have not posted here in over a year. I hadn't figured HOW to get back in. So here I am.  I am now up on youtube and have 82 videos! Yippie! While nothing has gone "viral" one of them was posted on nme, a British music magazine and has over 3000 views. Which is nice. To find me on youtube all one need do is type in Cyd Summers and my songs will come up ( and a few rants ).

long time since here

I am thinking of possibly making a new blog that can end up as a book. But I should probably actually post here once in a blue moon. I hadn't been to twitter since May and it has been long here, not since March!'

BIG NO To X Factor

Well, Libby and I did NOT try out for X Factor though we DID read their release form that basically would have made us their unpaid slave labor if we had been stupid enough to sign it. It also would have made them the owner of any original songs one were to preform on the show --- without any money. Talk about corporate greed! But then why is this no surprise for a show on Fox? A show owned by Brits on tv station owned by an Aussie to screw over American artistic talent?

It never fail to amaze me ( though why should it because we are talking about corporations who are EVIL as satanically evil ) the outrageous GALL and GREED of these large corporations. It is not enough that these multi-millionaires and billionaires are not satisfied with the millions they rake in from advertising on any given night. They also have to stiff the artistic talent that they are supposedly going to "help" become discovered.

Ok, so I AM the great unknown super star with her 10,000 plus songs ( not to mention my other writings, fashion designs etc ) that no one knows about. But no one will know me as a putout ( and plenty have gone the way of the casting couch ) or the sellout when it comes to what I create or getting my foot in the door that has never been opened for me, not in over 25 years.

Maybe I don't have fortune and fame but I DO HAVE self-respect and integrity . And somehow I don't think that I have ended up with the short end of the stick. But I don't know if I would say that about the poor schmucks who waited in line for hours in the rain to end up paying for wayyyyy over priced food and drink, end up being treated lower than chihuahua crap and then see great singers passed over while crummy delusionals were passed through to make for so-called "good" television.

I Got You, Dawg

I GOT A DAWG!!!! I cannot believe that I have bought myself a little chihuahua. His name is Sontheimer Angel Rattino, known as Sonny. He is soooooo cute ( gush gush ). He turns 3 months old on March 22. It has been over 50 years since I had a dog. It is so strange to hold a furry creature and not have him PURR. He has golden tan fur and little white angel like "wings" below his shoulder blades. And he is a love. :-)

Senior Bullies

A friend of mine moved out today. She had been evicted. While it is true that she could be abrasive she had a good heart. She was also disabled, about a year younger than me. I now have a little garden thanks to her help and encouragement. It seems that other people have been helped by her also. She did laundry for one person, helped others with their gardens ( as well as me ). If I had a surplus of something I could give it to her and know that others would receive it. So this morning she hoped on a bus, left most of her possessions behind, and took off for the great unknown. She has my address and phone number and a self stamped envelope to let me know how she is doing when she gets to where she is going. And why did she get evicted? Because of a nasty neighbor. I only heard this neighbor once banging on my friend's wall in the middle of the day. My friend looked as if she was going to jump out of her skin and said that this person did this to her all of the time.

The person in question was a little old lady in her 80s. Now there seems to be a belief that if you are "old" ( 80s and beyond ) that you can not be a nasty person. When did someone who has been and done evil all of their life suddenly turned into a nice person? In my case I was hit by a car at the age of 36 by a woman in her 80s. The accident had been preventable. I am now 62 and the injuries I got from that accident never went away. The woman would have been a hit and run except other people in cars flagged her down. As it was, she lied about me in a deposition. People do not want to believe that someone who has lived so long can be evil or mean.

Today, after my friend had moved out, I met the nasty woman who had hounded her, a senior bully. I went to collect my mail and a person matching her description was there. As I went to walk away she blocked my way so that I brushed against her ( and not on purpose for my part ). She muted something and gave me a nasty look and I said "I'm sorry" and walked past. But I could see the meanness in her. And now I know who she is. She was talking to someone else at the mailbox. I do not know this person. Maybe she knows I am the person who helped her next door neighbor. I will ignore her and she will probably ignore me ( I assume ). But if she decides to say anything about me to anyone that is a lie then she had better watch her step. I no longer suffer fools gladly and that does not matter how old they are.

Ponderosa Lemonade and Scheherazade

A few days ago I went to the Indio Date Festival to watch ostriches race ( an ostrich chariot race is very, very funny ). I wore a tshirt I have made called "Scheherazade of Song" and 10,001 songs and counting. It mentioned on the tshirt that I had used songwriting to help me when I have a problem with clinical depression. Of course it is shameless self-promotion but that is ok. It also is something that I hope can help someone if they have depression and maybe finding what gives them joy will help them through it. I need to give it a quick wash and then maybe wear it out when I go shopping.

I was talking with my girlfriend Bridge and mentioned if I were to write my autobiography that I would call it "Ponderosa Lemonade." One of my favorite phrases is the Pollyanna one of "When life hands you a lemon make lemonade."I explained to Bridge that Ponderosa lemons were the size of a big grapefruit. My mom has a Ponderosa lemon tree in her backyard. And the lemons life has given me have certainly been Ponderosa ones! I mentioned how the accident in 85 thant injured me had been a big lemon but that the lemonade made from it had been the 10,000 some odds songs that were written and my move to Hollywood. A lemon there was living there for almost 18 years and not becoming rich and famous and remaining poor and obscure. BUT the lemonade was that I was/am so blessed with having met my dear friends Betty Hier ( RIP ), my wonderful friends Bridge and so many others as well. So things happen for reasons.

crabby day

I woke up with itises and spasms making me crabby and depressed. March will be a month of change for my friend Susan and my friend Angie. Susan is moving because of a nasty neighbor. do not let someone tell you that because a person is old that they are suddenly a "good" person. Not true! All children are angels, are teens are brats and little devils and all seniors are good. NOPE! I can remember from my own childhood when there was some kid who would make your skin crawl, the kind who would torture animals and the like. You could feel the evil. and I was injured by a woman in her 80s who would have been a hit and run if other cars had not flagged her down and told her she had injured a woman ( then 36 ) on a bicycle. She then proceeded to lie in her deposition about me. The woman harassing Susan is in her 80s and as nasty as can be.

So here I was today in a crabby mood and had to try and explain to my neighbor that I am just crabby today. I am trying to help her with her move and I know it is hard on her. She is about a year younger than me, maybe less. and she has ms and cancer and is a cancer survivor ( had two breasts removed ) as well. So how do you console someone who is going through stress when you are feeling crabby? Well, Lord, I TRY.

Also, called one of my favorite buds, my dear dear friend, Bridge and if I get lucky she might be coming to see me this weekend with another dear friend, Jeff. So crabby but feeling good as well.