Astrud Gilberto, who sang “The Girl from Ipanema” so memorably, has died at the age of eighty-three. The New York Times has an obituary. Here, from 1963, are the album version and the single, with João Gilberto, guitar, vocal; Stan Getz, tenor; Antonio Carlos Jobim, piano; Tommy Williams, bass; and Milton Banana, drums. Also, a TV version, with Gary Burton on vibes. And a movie version, also with Burton.
Music by Jobim, Portuguese lyrics by Vinícius de Moraes, English lyrics by Norman Gimbel.
When I was teaching, I always loved having the opportunity to expose students to necessary (imho) cultural stuff. Works of lit, obviously, but also movies and music. You’ve never seen Citizen Kane? You’ve never heard Bessie Smith? You’ve come to the right place. I sometimes took the opportunity to play “The Girl from Ipanema” when teaching Odyssey 13, the episode in which Odysseus sees the princess Nausicaa frolicking on the beach with her maids. I played the album version, with no introduction, for greater mystery and, when the English lyrics kicked in, greater amusement.
[Bessie Smith: as in “Bessie, bop, or Bach,” in Langston Hughes’s “Theme for English B.” It’d be a terrible thing to read the poem without hearing all three.]
Tuesday, June 6, 2023
Astrud Gilberto (1940–2023)
By Michael Leddy at 1:04 PM
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Many years ago I made an extended, but ultimately failed attempt at learning to play tenor sax. "The Girl from Ipanema" was one of the very few songs I ever learned (and played quite badly).
Circa 1993, I saw Astrud Gilberto at the Regatta Bar in the Charles Hotel in Boston. We went to the early show. She was so good we decided to stay for the late show too.
I remember once trying a clarinet — a friend’s son’s band instrument — squawk! I couldn’t understand how anyone could get a decent sound out of it. (Practice!)
To have heard Astrud Gilberto — what a great memory.
Practice ... and a good dose of talent!
I felt such a pang—my parents had that album and Antonio Carlos Jobim’s—
the epitome of cool, I thought. And think.
It never grows old.
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