Though she is uncomfortable with the label, Bebel Gilberto is, for many folks, bossa nova royalty: Her father, Joao Gilberto is arguably the founder of the quiet sophisticated distillation of samba, and her mother is the singer Miucha
The World Cup lets us non-Brazilians (and some Brazilians) bask for a moment again in the mythical Brazil -- land of dazzling futbol, beautiful beaches, sultry supermodels and supernatural jungles, all moving to a samba beat.
She's a vocalist who once said "each phrase for me has a certain gestalt" and she invites you to savor both the notes and the spaces between them. Souza is spectacular in a João Gilberto kind of way -- you have to listen attentively to fully appreciate all the nuances.
The first recordings of samba occurred nearly one hundred years ago and of bossa nova more than fifty years ago. Neither genre has ever been associated with the harp, but lately the venerable stringed instrument has expanded its presence in Brazilian popular music thanks to Cristina Braga.
In a dimly lit wine bar on the eastern edge of Manhattan, a troupe of seven unabashed performers are steaming up the room with the spirit of Brazil. Infinite While It Lasts is an immersive sensual experience in which passion triumphs over pretension.
After all, music soothes the savage beast. And there's plenty of wild legislators roaming the government corridors that could use some calming down. Jazz dudes may have found the elixir: jazz is Xanadu minus the Xanax.
This 35-track, triple disc DVD collection is such an important and significant pop-culture package that it might scare your unsuspecting holiday recipient into thinking you're saying something more than merely Happy Whatever.
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It's been almost a dozen years since Frank Sinatra, the singer, actor and entertainer, breathed his last. But while Ol' Blue Eyes may be copping the eternal nod, the Frank Sinatra industry is alive, well and ring-a-ding dinging.