Saturday, December 12, 2009

Italian American New York University Student, Julianna Miller, Writes Her Final Paper About Cultural Blogging.

“Join me as I open up my discussions on the journey of growing up with strong Italian values in America. Then, follow me on my day to day experiences on family, life, travel, culture, career and mainstream media.” Margaret Fontana, television producer and blogger, wrote this message to greet internet surfers and regular readers to her blog “ItalianAmericanGirl.com.”


“The reasons I created this blog are…because it is who I am.”

Fontana said she created her Italian-American blog because she wanted to have her identity as a first-generation Italian-American talked about in her daily life. She said, “You want to be able to keep a part of your culture preserved and talk to other people who are looking for those same answers on family… ancestors and heritage.”


The most recent post on Fontana’s blog comes from guest blogger and author Patricia Volonkis Davis. She shares the story of her Thanksgiving meal with her “just ‘American’” husband and stepsons. She writes about mashed potatoes getting spattered on the kitchen floor and explains why food has greater meaning in her life because she is Italian-American. She wrote, “If I invite guests to my home and discover that I didn’t make sufficient quantities of every food to feed them all, I’ll drop down dead of mortification, right then.”

I'm a first-generation Italian-American. That slash says it all.” Volonkis Davis wrote, It means that though I was born in the United States, walk American and, for the most part, talk American, my blood corpuscles are suffused with foreign tendencies for which science has yet to find an antidote.


Fontana, whose parents left their family in Calabria, Italy for the suburbs of New York City in the 1960s, said she “struggled with [her] cultural identity growing up.”


“I grew up in a distinctly Italian household... But we wanted to be American and do American things.” Fontana said that her and her three siblings would never have missed a family event to hang out like their friends may have. She also said that living away at college was a big deal to her parents, who had a more conservative mindset, because in Italy most young women are expected to stay close to home.

“This [college] was a big deal for my family because they were immigrants,” Fontana said, “Everything was a learning experience.”

After “really the best four years” in college, Fontana, now 34, works in the television industry and is an Emmy Award Nominated television producer for educational shows on the Discovery Channel. Italianamericangirl.com was voted one of the top 100 blogs created by women by the “Daily Reviewer,” a website that sorts and chooses top blogs. Fontana is also working to create an Italian-American television network for the same reasons she created her blog.


“I want to report on mainstream things relating to Italian-Americans, whatever is current and happening today.” On italianamericangirl.com Fontana writes about her personal experiences, family history and news and events in New York City relating to the Italian-American community.


Last week Fontana wrote a blog post about a Sicilian-born singer, Carmen Consoli, who will be performing in New York next month. Below that post is one from guest blogger, comedian Maryann Maisano, who shared the story of her childhood and promoted her comedy tour “Italian Chicks.” Below that is a link to Italian-American pop star, Lady Gaga’s new music video “Bad Romance.”


Fontana wants to “update the cultural discussion of Italian-Americans. The younger generations are of particular interest to her, who she says are more disconnected from their heritage more than any other age group.

Fontana said younger Italian-Americans are identifying with stereotyped versions of their culture or not at all. “They latch onto what mainstream American culture tells you what it means to be an Italian-American. Whether this is through the Olive Garden, movies like ‘The Godfather,’ or stereotypes about the mob and mafia.”

One of her goals is to help the younger generations create their own cultural identity. She said, “I want to let them know that there are these people who happen to be Italian-American that get together, they network and find out what they have in common.”


Fontana is not the only cultural blogger out there.

“Bleeding Espresso” is written by Michelle Fabio, who “finds love, her roots and a coffee addiction in Southern Italy.” Fabio, a freelance writer and attorney, moved to Italy in 2003 to the village of her ancestors, Badolato.

In an older post she wrote about “how a jean jacket and some wind can change your life. Or at least mine.” She told the story a man, the man she later fell in love with, who rallied a group of boys in the village to find her jacket that had been blown away by the wind.


“Cooking With Nonna” is a website centered around a very large part of Italian-American culture. Rossella Rago, 21, hosts a cooking web show with various Italian Nonnas.

Rago’s most recent webisode featured Nonna Maria Nibaldi from Frosolone. Nonna Maria showed Rago how to prepare pasta frittata, a dish from the region of Molise in Southern, Italy. Nonna Maria has been cooking since her mother taught her when she was 12 or 13 years old. Rago was featured in Fontana’s blog this October.

Sara Rosso, author of the blog “Ms. Adventure Italy,” is half Italian-American from California and is living and working, as a technological strategist, in Milan. She originally created her blog as a travel log for her family and friends to follow.


“Living in Italy has definitely taught me that the Italian American culture…is its own,” Rosso said, “while it is not better or worse than Italian culture [it] should have its own recognition.”

Rosso, who considers her self to be an expatriate, said that the majority of her readers are American with a few in Italy because of the expat network.


These bloggers are all helping to achieve what Fontana set out to do when she started her blog; rediscover and share Italian-American culture.


We are all Americansbut for meit is about knowing and embracing a culture…understanding that I am American because my parents made huge sacrifices to be here,” Fontana said, “They gave up their family and homeland for greater living and the American way.”


Written BY: Julianna Miller

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

JOVANOTTI SET TO RELEASE A NEW ALBUM, "OYEAH" and EMBARK ON A FIRST NORTHERN AMERICAN TOUR.

(New York / Milan December 3, 2009) Italy's number one recording artist Jovanotti announces Oyeah, the debut US album release by the chart topping Tuscan singer, songwriter and rapper for the legendary Verve Forecast label.

Oyeah was recorded in New York City during the Summer of 2009 during Jovanotti's series of residencies at leading Manhattan and Brooklyn clubs with the Soleluna NY LAB, a New York-based collective of musicians from Italy, the United States and Brazil.

A double album collection, Oyeah's 20 tracks feature all new live versions of original repertoire drawn from Jovanotti's generation-long career plus 3 unreleased studio takes on classic Italian songs re-interpreted for today's international music market.

The national media attention generated by Jovanotti's string of 16 sell out concerts in New York City during 2009 spurred the demand for a wider North American tour, the first leg of which is announced for April and May 2010. An adept stadium and arena headliner in Europe, Jovanotti's trans-Atlantic fans will get to experience a string of debut club dates in some of the most credible venues for rock and world music on the North American continent. Kicking off at Washington DC's storied 9:30 Club on April 22, Jovanotti and the Soleluna NY LAB band wind their way up the East Coast to Philadelphia, New York and Boston before heading into Montreal and Toronto where Jovanotti will make his Canadian debuts. The tour wraps in the Mid West at Chicago's hottest new locale, Lincoln Hall on May 6. Summer 2010 festival dates on the West Coast will be announced shortly.


Jovanotti & Soleluna NY LAB North American Tour 2010 (East Coast/Mid West leg):

Thursday, April 22, 2010 Washington DC 9:30 Club
Saturday, April 24, 2010 New York, NY Webster Hall
Sunday April 25, 2010 Philadelphia, PA World Cafe Live
Wednesday April 28, 2010 Boston, MA Paradise Rock Club
Saturday May 1, 2010 Montreal, QC L'Astral
Tuesday May 4, 2010 Toronto, ON Lee's Palace

http://www.youtube.com/user/lorenzojovanotti

Monday, December 7, 2009

Losing A Family Friend.......

If you noticed I've been off the radar with our site and have refrained from posting due to the death of a very close family friend. She was a beautiful person, someone who made everyone feel happy when she was around. A selfless person, someone who would go above and beyond for strangers, family and friends...an amazing person. She was related to my family on my mother's side. She, like me-- was a first generation Italian American. Her mother came from a town in Italy, not too far from my parents in Calabria. We still see and visit with her family when we visit Italy. She struggled like I do with all the cultural differences and often we would laugh together whether at a family party or sometimes she would just come over for coffee or stop by. You know how we Italians just stop over and drop in, but a visit from her was always welcome. She was a consistent person, someone who ended up being more family than anything else. You know how I always say, we have no immediate family here in America, all of my family is in Italy..so basically she became our family..our immediate family. There was never an occasion where she didn't come..she always made us feel important because she took the time to attend and be part of our family. Its been incredibly hard this week with her passing, I feel the pain for her family and her kids. There is not one person who didn't love her. I had to dedicate this to her because we are connected with her and she is our family and I wish she could have stayed with us longer. Words can't express what I really feel but the beautiful bond of our families and our amazing lives growing up Italian are what I will remember. All the good she did and her values as a stellar person will always be remembered.

Pino Donaggio - "Io che non vivo" (Sanremo 1965)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Italian American Author, Patricia Volonakis Davis, Tells A Personal Story & The Importance of Mashed Potatoes.

I'm a first-generation Italian-American. That slash says it all. It means that though I was born in the United States, walk American and, for the most part, talk American, my blood corpuscles are suffused with foreign tendencies for which science has yet to find an antidote. One of those predilections is this: if I invite guests to my home and discover that I didn’t make sufficient quantities of every food to feed them all, I’ll drop down dead of mortification, right then. I mean that. Since I don’t want to die yet, I’m always on my guard against this happening, wanting to make very sure I have “enough.”

The problem is my view and my second husband’s view of ‘enough’ are very different. My second husband is just “American.” No slashes. His family came over to the U.S. while not on The Mayflower, probably on the next boat after that one. My theory is that, at one point on that trip, the passengers forgot how to cook, and even more importantly, how to measure portions. That’s why when I met him, he was malnourished, and now, at age 55, after nine years of living together, I’ve only managed to put ten pounds on him. He still wears a size 34 waist trousers. On those last two points alone I rest my argument that “real” Americans don’t know how to eat the way we “Something-slash Americans” do. It’s because of this that I didn’t believe him when he told me we had “plenty” of mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner last year.

You have to understand how important the mashed potatoes are at my house. I’ve only recently discovered they’re my stepsons’ favorite food. “Mashed potatoes with homemade gravy” is what they specifically requested when I asked them what they’d like me to make with Thanksgiving turkey. And though it surprised me that this was their primary choice, since it’s such a simple thing, I set out to make the best mashed potatoes and homemade gravy they’d ever tasted. I even bought two turkeys, so I could roast one turkey the night before, use the pan drippings from that turkey to make the gravy way ahead of the time it would be needed, just to be sure it came out right.

The gravy turned out well, but it was the mashed potatoes that had me worried. I made those on the Wednesday before, too, then held up the bowl full and asked my husband, “Hon ─ does this look like enough?”

He barely glanced at them. “It’s fine.”

What did ‘fine’ mean? “Fine” as an answer was another Americanism of his. I just can never trust that response.

Luckily, Tim came into the kitchen. Tim is the youngest of the ‘steps.’ Apart from many other endearing qualities, he’s got a great sense of humor. I didn’t know he was about to use it on me.

“Tim, tell me the truth ─ is this enough mashed potatoes for tomorrow’s dinner?"

“Oh, here we go again,” interjected my husband. “There’s plenty.”

“Be quiet, I’m not asking you,” I admonished him. “I remember the first time you invited me to your place. I lost three pounds in two days.”

Tim started laughing, but my husband looked shocked. “What?”

“It’s true. Not that I couldn’t afford to lose them, but that’s not the point. Nobody ever gets enough to eat when you’re in charge of the meals.”

Tim was still laughing as his father stuttered in protest. I looked over at him and asked again. “Really, Tim, is this enough?”

At once Tim realized how vital the answer to this question was for me. So he stopped laughing at looked at me deadpan, “Well…if it’s just for me and my brothers…sure.”

With that, I turned to my husband and said smugly, “See? I told you.” And before either one of them could say anything more, I grabbed my car keys and headed towards the door. “I’m going to get more potatoes.”

“Wait ─ I was only joking!” Tim called after me, but it was too late. I came home an hour later with eight more Idaho potatoes (and three more sweet potatoes, because I wasn’t sure we had enough of those, either.) And as I boiled and mashed my second batch, both Tim and Pete were chuckling.


The two bowls of mashed potatoes were the last items out of the oven Thanksgiving Day. Having been made the day before, they needed thorough reheating. The original bowl made it to the table just fine, along with the sweet potatoes with bananas, baked apples with cranberry sauce and fresh cream, asparagus with mushrooms and garlic, sausage stuffing, three salads, turkey, and warm rolls.

But as I pulled that second batch of mashed potatoes out of the oven, the gods of Gluttony got their revenge on me. Their unseen Force slid that bowl off my oven mitt to drop and ‘slap shoot’ across the kitchen. Mashed potatoes, in all their creamy, buttery glory, spewed everywhere ─ on my shoes, my ankles, the kitchen cupboards and the wooden floor. I had to slide my way over to the dining room table, where ten dinner guests were looking at me in dismay.

To hell with it. Everything else was hot and ready on the table. Those potatoes were going to stay where they were until we were all done eating.

So, summoning as much dignity as possible with mashed potatoes sticking to me, I sat at the table, unfolded my napkin and placed it on my lap. “You see? This is just what I mean. Thank God I made two platters.”

But that wasn't the end of it. After clearing away the dishes, I noticed we still had a whole half bowl of mashed potatoes left. Mind you, these were not counting the ones we'd cleaned off the kitchen floor.

Tim saw me looking at the leftover potatoes in confusion. With a sparkle in his eye, he explained, "You see, what it was, there were so few potatoes left after the second bowl dropped, that we were all afraid to take all we wanted. We thought there might not be 'enough' for everyone."

It's a good thing I understood by then he wasn't serious. That's why they were able to resuscitate me after I fainted.

Guest blogger Patricia V. Davis is the author of Harlot’s Sauce: A Memoir of Food, Family, Love, Loss and Greece

http://www.patriciavdavis.com/

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Italian Singer, Carmen Consoli Performing Live At City Winery in New York City.

Italian singer, Carmen Consoli is set to perform at City Winery in New York City this January 8, 2010 at 9 pm.

"The Sicilian-born Carmen Consoli is the most successful female singer-songwriter Italy has ever produced. The 35 year-old musician is known for her unflinching emotional live performances of songs that examine broad themes of love, illness, solitude and friendship from a feminine -- and feminist -- perspective. Her innovative mixture of Italian song with indie-rock influences, bossa nova rhythms and jazz and blues-inspired riffs have engendered a sound unique on the Italian music scene. Consoli has six studio albums and two live albums to her credit, all platinum albums in Italy that have sold cumulatively over 1 million copies."

For more information on the event and the performance:
http://www.citywinery.com/events/37625

http://www.carmenconsoli.it