My sister made a music video for her song Hot Park Ranger. Give it a view and a listen. Then go visit one of America' natural parks, such as the Thomas Stone National Historic Site.
Showing posts with label Anne Nardolilli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Nardolilli. Show all posts
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Hot Park Ranger, the Summer's Last Hit
My sister made a music video for her song Hot Park Ranger. Give it a view and a listen. Then go visit one of America' natural parks, such as the Thomas Stone National Historic Site.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Things That Have Nothing to Do With Me
Just some links to entertain you this first weekend in June. The first is a link to some songs that my sister made. You can listen to them here :http://nardolilli.bandcamp.com/
An artist has been imagining famous albums as book covers, look at the results and judge for yourself:
http://ceegworld.com/making-art/the-record-books/
And finally, a project where the sounds of our recent technological past are preserved for posterity, called the Museum of Endangered sounds. It even has the background music for Encarta's MindMaze: http://savethesounds.info/
An artist has been imagining famous albums as book covers, look at the results and judge for yourself:
http://ceegworld.com/making-art/the-record-books/
And finally, a project where the sounds of our recent technological past are preserved for posterity, called the Museum of Endangered sounds. It even has the background music for Encarta's MindMaze: http://savethesounds.info/
Labels:
Anne Nardolilli,
art,
biography,
books,
history,
humor,
internet,
music,
non-biography,
Philadelphia,
sounds,
technology
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
The Adventures of Pizarro Delacroix
A poem so good, it was published again at Reprint.
A song so good it makes me nostalgic for the NYU food court. Ah Upstein. Ah Humanity.
See if you can pass this test: Westminster Dog name or a line from Ginsberg's Howl?
Monday, August 15, 2011
Back in Arlington
It made me wonder if the chic parts of Brooklyn once looked like this before they were redeveloped a decade or so ago. I know there are still plenty of bad neighborhoods, but those most of them were never built up with hotels and tall buildings that were then abandoned. I guess it was what the Lower East Side probably resembled in the early 1990s. If such places that were once written off can be brought back to life, perhaps there is hope for Philadelphia, which was once America's largest city, important enough that we had the national bank there. Things are trickling in, to be sure, and it's loss of people has stabilized somewhat, but the city still has 500,000 people less than in 1950.
The infrastructure is there, the history, the culture, the location, but the jobs have to return. It's the same all over the country, in Baltimore, Cleveland, Detroit, Buffalo, Pittsburgh, and in other places. To be sure, the jobs need to return all over the country, but in the inner cities of the Rust Belt they will do the most good, as the economics of suburban sprawl have become unsustainable. If nothing else happens, I suppose the rust belt holds the cards when the inevitable energy crisis comes along and we can no longer import everything from China and run our air conditioners in the Sun Belt 24/7.
Anyways, the trip is probably the last interesting thing that will happen to me for the rest of the summer. Other updates of note, I had a poem published in Word Salad and have been quoted here by Benjamin C. Krause. Hopefully it will not be the last time anyone finds my maxims memorable. Also, happy 30th anniversary to my parents Michael and Pamela Nardolilli, Kansas City's most beautiful couple of 1981.
Labels:
1980s,
Anne Nardolilli,
Ben Nardolilli,
Philadelphia,
poetry,
Word Salad
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Trying to Salvage My SEO...
...with poems up at Three Line Poetry, now that my sister and my father have both made appearances in public that threaten to shoot to the top of the Google charts. When you search Nardolilli, I want you to find me!
Note: when my sister talks about her brother's closet, she is referring to Ben Nardolilli, not Jon.
Also, since Bill Richardson is the number one searched for term that leads people to my blog, I am going to mention him again. Bill Richardson. Bill Richardson. Bill Richard's On!
Note: when my sister talks about her brother's closet, she is referring to Ben Nardolilli, not Jon.
Also, since Bill Richardson is the number one searched for term that leads people to my blog, I am going to mention him again. Bill Richardson. Bill Richardson. Bill Richard's On!
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