Tony Seibert Music

Hi! Welcome to my page! My close friends call me Antonio. In Europe, I’m known as Antonio DiNapoli (an old family name). Professionally in the U.S., I go by Tony Seibert.

I was born in Tampa, FL and attended grammar and high schools in Charlotte, NC and Atlanta, GA. My education includes a BA from Cornell University. From time to time (and from shorter to longer periods) I’ve also lived in: Farmington Hills and Detroit, MI—Ithaca and New York City, NY—East Hartford, Glastonbury and Avon, CT—Jacksonville and Miami Beach, FL—Los Angeles, San Diego, Carmel, Carmel Valley, Monterey and Santa Barbara, CA—Lahaina, Pukalani, Haiku, and Kula, (Maui) HI—and Naples, Florence and Venice, Italy. I’ve traveled by car, plane, train, backpack, horse, donkey and camel throughout a good part of Europe, Scandinavia, Africa, Egypt and the Mediterranean.

Most recently, I moved from Santa Barbara to Nashville, TN to reconnect with the music industry. In the past, although I did some writing, I was primarily a recording artist signed to Mercury Records, ABC Paramount Records and Metromedia Records. I now concentrate on songwriting and publishing (www.eightspiritsmusic.com), producing (Maserati Productions), a tad of personal management (SuperVison), and running an indie record label Lightning Records (www.lightning-records.com). If you want to hear more of my tunes, or are looking for country or pop tunes for your project, please check out the Listening Room on my sites at www.hansaworldwidemusicgroup.com.

I like fast cars, sunsets on beautiful beaches, downhill skiing or snowboarding, and Bollinger champagne. I'm a sometimes practitioner of martial arts (Shaolin Dragon Style Kung Fu and Wang Style Long Form T'ai Chi Ch'uan) and a daily practitioner of Hatha Yoga and Vipassana "mindfulness" meditation. My day-to-day, hour-to-hour, minute-to-minute priority is experiencing what we call “Life” in this time-space continuum: exploring the difference between the “Who” and the “What”— that which we think we are, versus that which we are.

Remember . . ."Tutti cose buone vengono a chi sa aspettare . . . ecco, abbia pazienza!"

Thanks for stopping by . . . . . antonio

We walk the roads of morning and sing the songs of night
Content with dreams, the silent screams, impaled on shards of light
To find the hidden secrets that dwell in yesterday
Of paper walls, and hallowed halls, and castles built of hay

The sun explodes, it’s run aground, suspended from a chain
The runners all have quit the race, and so they’ve won the game
The motorcade speeds swiftly by, it’s stopped for lack of rain
The engineer slept late today, his wife has missed her train

In the darkest light, an instant fright, confronts me where I stand
From Jason’s fleece, these golden words, “It’s not the way I planned!”
I’ll paint each flower within my mind and water them with light
The hopes and fears of all the years are borne in me tonight

In the wee small hours of afternoon, when all is said and done
When Hamlet’s mask—the jester’s task—says all is lost and won
The straight-man plays at games of chance, his hopes too blind to hear
That Jesus Christ has come once more, but left again in fear