Astrud
Gilberto died earlier this month. She
was famous, of course, for her breathy vocals on “The Girl from Ipanema,” which
made Bossa Nova a brand name in the
Bossa
Nova, in
Getz/Gilberto was released in 1964. It was recorded the year before, but Creed Taylor, who produced for Verve, was afraid it would be a dud. The LP went platinum, and won the Grammy for album of the year. The previous Getz, Jazz Samba, with Charlie Byrd, had been a hit - “Desafinado” charted for sixteen weeks - Getz/Gilberto was a phenomenon. It set the bar.
Stan Getz is one of the great tenor horn players, no question. And they’re very distinctive. Lester Young, Coleman Hawkins, Sonny Rollins, Coltrane. It’s a muscular instrument, and these are guys with muscle. You can hear ‘em honk. Getz, though, is incredibly warm. He doesn’t attack, like some, he caresses. Getz on tenor curls up with you. This isn’t to say he was necessarily a nice guy. Let’s be honest, we don’t always want to meet our heroes. Sometimes they turn out to be jerks, be they writers, jazz musicians, or whoever. But when he played the horn, Getz was sweet. “If we could all play like that,” Coltrane once said of him, “we would.”
That said, the guys didn’t want to give Astrud the credit. Getz and Creed Taylor made it seem like they’d done her this huge favor, putting her on the record. (The vocals on the album version of “Girl from Ipanema” were Astrud and Joao, in English and Portuguese; the single was engineered to be Astrud alone, with only the English lyrics.) The whole thing just sounds churlish. Sixty years gone by, you can’t help thinking they’re a couple of total dicks.
Anyway, the song put her on the map. Her first solo album, with Jobim, came out the following year, and included “Insensatez” (“How Insensitive,” but more accurately translated as “Foolishness”), another much-covered standard – Sinatra, Peggy Lee, William Shatner, Sting. She’s never gone away, either. You can argue that such-and-such didn’t happen, but it doesn’t seem to have cramped her style.
Tall and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn’t see