Some people leave footprints in the hearts that you wegbekommt never get off and do not intend to. On some albums it is the same. And sometimes both together is even.
The first two albums ("Chega de Saudade" and "O Amor, o Sorriso ea Flor") have by João Gilberto 1959/60 not only pretty much single-handedly lifted the Bossa Nova to grow up, but to me, over forty years later, given a lot of feelings about life, love and all the rest, not to say: caused previously unimagined thoughts and feelings in me. What was buried, was brought to light what lay dormant, awakened. Eichendorff it look like me however, that the world began, to sing, because João had taken the magic word. These albums are pure heart food, no less.
Everything went more then rather quickly: A few months after my initiation by the gentle waves I met a very special girl, and I realized through them, what I had been whispering to the bossa previously. That true happiness is not in the short-term enthusiasm, the passion of the moment and there is the euphoria of being overwhelmed, but in a continual sense of security, of self-with-the-world-accepted explanation. A deep peace, a self-confidence and feel at home.
The Zen-like simplicity of Gilberto's music speaks to the inclined Phone and told him as much of the world like the wind in the trees in one afternoon in June. One must understand it can only. Elegant simplicity instead of noise and spectacle. Sweet melancholy, a beautiful pain and at the same time, at the same moment, even hopeful new beginning and youthful freshness.
João treats the guitar like a lover and whispers to more than he sings. He keeps us manifestations of love: desire and joy, tenderness, but also pain and sorrow.
A playful, summery music that always know also about the imminent loss of momentary happiness. Love, this eternal riddle, we met here, in wonderful poetry and sounds transformed.
Rough cut into the crackling of the run-out groove: The summer passed and with it, my girl. The luck came to me like a dream. It did not last long. Like almost all good bossa nova songs, it is usually under two minutes to a few brief moments in life is limited. The man also usually only in hindsight, if everything is already over, accept as true happiness.
The Portuguese Saudade is the first albums to Gilberto's pure beauty, a deeply felt by the listener lifestyle and design: fresh request and at the same time have the knowledge of its loss and impermanence.
Yet da, bei allem Schmerz, immer auch Zuversicht. Denn etwas, das einmal war, kann irgendwann auch wieder sein. So lange man lebt, besteht Hoffnung. Schließlich haben wir (und Leonard Cohen möge mir diesen letzten Kniff verzeihen) immer noch die Musik.
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