One man, in his own words. - She looks straight ahead, not at he.

The folks that work in the receiving area usually listen to some really weird stuff. Looking at the liner notes in some of the CDs, I can only get that most of them were classical music troupes from possibly former Soviet nations (depending on the year recorded). However one day, I heard a tune playing by a familiar and heavenly voice, as I was down there processing something to be shipped out...



Astrud Gilberto, is a wonderful Jazz songstress. The song Garota De Ipanema (The Girl From Ipanema) [live version w/ João Gilberto, for download] has a song that for ten years has been one of those songs that I heard constantly... playing on random radios... sung live in random venues.... sung by many a beautiful woman in my dreams... and hummed randomly by myself, but I could never download it because I never knew the title. Now that I am reminded of the lyrics, it makes the song even more fantastic. Something about that 60's class and tone of jazz. Bossa Nova. Men with snifters of brandy and smoking jackets. And women had real sense of class in those days. Some days I just think I was born far too past my time.

So yes, Astrud Gilberto is apparently my distant, unrequited, and unmet love. I have only had brief and fleeting affairs with her. Her voice lingering in my head always, without me knowing her name until now.

I have the whole album, if anyone wants it. Good stuff to chill out with on couch or on the patio with a drink or cigar or something.

-Leon