Here's a piece from the soundtrack of my ill-spent youth by the girl from Ipanema, a goddess who had a recurring role in my sweetest fantasies.
At 3am on a summer night, her voice would samba into my mind's ear as if born on the wind coming off Lake Michigan.
Her easy, unselfconscious delivery is a balm for the aching heart.
I hope you dig it.
sj
1 comment:
I had all their music in the old days. Once I had the guts to sing Girl from Ip. at a piano bar. What was I thinking? I must have been 20.
Very cool music.
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