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Rating: When we talk about "perfection."
Besides everything else, Sinatra has made history for insights like this and for how he executed them: the meeting of the Poet and the Voice, the One that becomes the All.
The immense music of Jobim: we won’t make the mistake of adding yet another insignificant comment for the most delicate and sublime singer of the Brazilian soul, who lends his voice and guitar for the album.
And Sinatra, Frank's voice, is not the fairy-tale voice of the Capitol Years, of the masterful albums with Nelson Riddle's orchestra, but arranger Claus Ogerman, a steadfast German, is capable of unsuspected refinements, assimilates the mood of the great Brazilian artist, tones down the volume of the orchestra and adjusts the assorted percussion by Dom Um Romão until it reaches an audible whisper, just enough for Sinatra's voice to emerge, aiming straight at the heart.
Smokey Robinson would define it as a "quiet storm" - A Quiet Storm - that overwhelms the senses with sounds, images, and passions: the sexy allure and melancholic charm of Garôta De Ipanema (The Girl From Ipanema), the ethereal solitude of Meditacão (Meditation), the burning passion for Dindi, the inconsolable regret of Insensatez (How Insensitive), the rediscovered peace of Corcovado (Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars), the providential reconsideration of O Amor En Paz (Once I Loved).
Then a couple of standards adapted to the album's style confirm the incomparable modernity of Cole Porter (I Concentrate On You) and Irving Berlin (Change Partners).
Sure, it’s a sequence known and heard many times, many might postpone listening to it, but that would be a sensational mistake. Whether you love or hate some of these immortal compositions, vibrated by Sinatra's vocal cords, they express an absolute poetic and emotional charge that sometimes transcends even the undisputed beauty of the compositions.
Another review suggested the ideal setting for listening, so I suggest just one possible variant: recline on a sofa, in the dark, a glass of Laphroaig single malt - or a bottle, according to your needs - within reach and breathe poetry...
If you have money for just one CD a year, with this one, you can't go wrong.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Dindi (03:30)
Writer(s): Antonio Carlos Jobim
Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by,
Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know;
Wind that speaks to the leaves, telling stories that no one believes,
Stories of love belong to you and to me.
Oh, Dindi, if I only had words I would say all the beautiful
things that I see when you're with me, Oh my Dindi.
Oh Dindi, like the song of the wind in the trees, that's how my heart is
singing Dindi, Happy Dindi, When you're with me.
I love you more each day, yes I do, yes I do;
I'd let you go away, if you take me with you.
Don't you know, Dindi, I'd be running and searching for you like a river that
can't find the sea, that would be me without you, my Dindi.
can't find the sea that would be me without you Dindi.
Like a river that can't find the sea, that would be me without you, my Dindi.
08 I Concentrate on You (02:40)
Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
<instrumental to end>
09 Baubles, Bangles and Beads (02:35)
Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-linga
Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads
Sparkles, spangles, your heart will sing, singa-linga
Wearin' baubles, bangles and beads
You'll glitter and gleam so
Make somebody dream so that
Some day he may buy you a ring, ringa-linga
I've heard that's where it leads
Wearin' baubles, bangles, and beads
<instrumental>
Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-linga
Baubles, bangles, all those bright, shiny beads
Sparkles, spangles, your heart will sing, singa-linga
Wearin' baubles, bangles, and beads
You'll, you'll glitter and gleam so
You're gonna make somebody dream so that
Some day he may, he may buy you a ring, ringa-linga
I've heard that that's where it leads
If you're wearin' baubles bangles and them cool, cool beads
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