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Brazil has lost one of the greats in contemporary music. Been fortunate to have seen him perform live and appreciate the amiability and joy of classic bossa nova.
The Getz/Gilberto-albums are classics in their genre, not so much crossover as a more symbiotic partnership between traditional and jazz.
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One of the fathers of bossa nova, the legendary Joao Gilberto, has died in his home in Rio de Janeiro, aged 88. Along with Antonio Carlos Jobim, he created a new style of Brazilian music, bossa nova, in 1958-1959. Bossa Nova simply means new wave, and that is what it was. Gentle, plaintive music and songs about "saudade", that particular Brazilian word best described as a kind of sweet melancholy, a sweet pain of longing. Indeed, his first hit, "Chega de Saudade" from 1959, is all about that feeling. But it was when he teamed up with saxophonist Stan Getz in 1964 for a couple of jazz albums with massive crossover appeal, that the world took notice. With the ethereal, breathy vocals of Astrud Gilberto, songs like "Quiet Nights" and "The Girl From Ipanema" became standards, played in elevators and lounges all over the world. Those Getz/Gilberto albums found their way into the record collections of every hipster, every romantic, just about every household with discerning taste in music. In fact, they have become somewhat a cliché, albums for people who weren't really into jazz, but would like to appear sophisticated anyhow. Joao Gilberto would continue recording, though, leaving us with an incredible legacy of timeless music, the best known Brazilian music. He simply was the finest exponent of Brazilian music, and his passing is a huge loss, not just for Brazil, but for the whole world. We are left with a feeling of "saudade", knowing we will never see his like again. RIP Joao Gilberto
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