#girl from impanema

[diannepearcefuckingwrites]

REST IN PEACE LOVELY ASTRUD

Astrud Gilberto has left the world at age 83. Her voice was just so beautiful. I don’t know how she came to be 83, but it happens to us all in time. And she was living in Philadelphia! I missed my chance to stalk her. Well, she had one of the most beautiful voices ever. https://www.npr.org/2023/06/06/1180416189/astrud-gilberto-the-girl-from-ipanema-singer-dies-at-83

[lucyvsky]

this is my favorite b-52s song girl you are so underrated and i love you

[kkpwnall]

i wish all hold music a very die

[krispyweiss]

“The Girl from Ipanema” Singer Astrud Gilberto Dead at 83

Astrud Gilberto, who brought worldwide attention to bossa nova with 1964’s “The Girl from Ipanema,” has died at 83.

Her former label, Verve Records, announced Gilberto’s June 5 death without giving a cause.

“One of the most affecting and unique voices in all of music, Astrud’s Verve albums introduced millions of listeners worldwide to the wonders of Brazilian music and jazz and the magical intersection of the two,” the label said.

Though best known for “Impanema,” Gilberto recorded 16 studio albums and continued playing live until 2002.

Courtney Jaye eulogized Gilberto as “an absolute icon,” while Leo Sayer called her “the wonderful girl from Brazil with the golden voice.”

The influence of that voice and Gilberto’s “beautiful, natural, untrained vocal genius” can be heard “from Sade to Lana Del Rey and beyond,” Steven Van Zandt said on Twitter.

The singer “elevated the bossa nova and samba genres and put Bahia on the map,” Van Zandt added.

“I always loved Astrud Gilberto,” Al Di Meola wrote on Facebook. “My first introduction to bossa nova. May she rest in peace.”

6/6/23

[creekfiend]

My dad is here with his dog for the holidays and I'm pretty sure that the dog's thought processes are 98% "the girl from impanema" played on a synth dog mode

That sounds like Kai

[vamprefaggot]

some ANCIENT tres horny boys crystal kingdom art i dont think i posted!! i should redraw it soon 🤔🤔

image description: a pink square, implied to be the flesh elevator from the crystal kingdom arc, with taako (in a medium red space suit, with dark skin and lime green hair, holding a purple umbrella and looking perturbed), magnus (sitting atop garyl the binocorn in a bright red space suit, looking disgusted and holding an axe) and merle (in a maroon space suit, staring at his newly-wooden arm in mild dismay). lyrics to 'the girl from impanema' are written over the edge of the pink square. end id

[abyssaldyke]

I hate weed bc sometimes it's coyota torolla and sometimes it's juice that makes you scared and sometimes it's Everyone I Have Ever Admired is Silently Disappointed in My Art and it's really fucking dealer's choice based on what time of year it is and how close we are to Venus. It seriously almost makes me miss getting drunk every day bc that was like Girl from Impanema 3 hr version but every so often the Real Actual Devil leans over and is like "you know you're just like your father, right? You will make all of his mistakes and neither of you will ever grow up. How does that make you feel?" Like it wasn't great but at least it was fucking consistent, you know?

[sweetish-original-story]

Chapter 15

"Good morning, Samuela Mia Giovanni, of Hous Giovanni. It is 7:30 AM. The date is Freiday, 12 of Frust 7735. The weather will be 73°, with a 30% chance of-"

Sammy awoke to the sound of digital wind chimes and the smell of citrus misting through the air. It was a part of her morning routine, her mother ordered scented misters in her room when it was being built because she believed vitamin c had a "focusing essence". Sammy didn't exactly ask for this or give her permission to have even more construction on her part of the home, but she didn't exactly ask to be born either.

She lifted herself from the bath, only slightly wrinkled due to the time she spent in the miracle water, to find that her body suddenly felt weighed hundreds of pounds. She tried to stretch her arms out into the sky and they nearly buckled under her own stiffness. She ached and groaned until she slid out like a wet oyster onto the floor. Too exhausted to stand, she blindly crawled to the closet in the corner and dried herself off which the first bit of terrycloth that collapsed onto her from the overfilled thing.

She was bombarded with the feeling of ice against her skin. This place really does get cold at night. She scooted like a worm through dirt towards the laundry hamper her maids put out during their last work day, and pulled out the same old sleeveless slip she had been wearing since middle school. She certainly should let them wash it, considering the fact that shes worn it around the house for 2 weeks straight. Nevertheless, the only one who really cares has probably gone off to yet another gala to celebrate yet another one of her empty, stolen accomplishments.

She threw on the slip and sat for a moment, slowly running her fingers along the sides of the newly damp, stained dress. The colour of the thin silk was a bright blush pink when it was tailored, but over the years had stained and darkened into a muted mauve with uneven patches of grey and mustard.

The bright blue feathers that once adorned it's hemline we're now falling out in chunks, crunchy and dry and stained like road kill. The bits of loose thread where the rhinestones used to be had become bare craters, like memories of what once was. Even the elastic barely had a grip anymore from her constant weight gain and loss with every single new diet her mother suggested.

Though today, it seemed to stay on for whatever reason.

Her throat felt like it would close when she realized how noticable it was. She knew what would happen if she kept this up, and it made her gaunt hands tremble. Her head hurt. Her stomach felt sick. She felt like she was once again falling into a spiral of lust and pain and vertigo. She would have to eat breakfast at some point.

"Good morning, Samuela Mia Giovanni, of Hous Giovanni. It is 8:25 AM. The date is Freiday, 12 of Frust 7735. Your schedule for today is-"

[pettycrimesgreeneyes]

When I was 9 The girl from impanema was the first song I learned on the trumpet 🎺 and my sister use to rock my newborn baby to sleep to this song and he still loves it. Astrud Gilberto was legendary without doubt. RIP

[allonsy-gabriel]

just wrote a song I'm calling Get Fucking Indicted You Oversaturated Cunt. its a mash up of girl from impanema, push it, and the mii plaza song, and includes the line "throw his ass in jail and hold him without bail". expect to see it flying up the charts soon <3

[cranialgunk]

Anyone who remembers riding an elevator or waiting in a dentist’s office in the 80′s remembers the instrumental version of “The Girl From Impanema” on MUZAK. I was today year’s old and decades too late when I learned the singer was named Astrud Gilberto. Sorry to hear about her passing. 

[basiloaks]

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, no skipping!

Tagged by @edandstede - thanks, Quill! 💛

Let's Stay Together - Al Green

Rhythm of the Rain - The Cascades

Biggest Part of Me - Ambrosia

The Longest Time - Billy Joel 

Right Back Where We Started From - Maxine Nightingale

I Didn’t Mean to Love You - Helen Reddy

Puttin’ on the Ritz - Ella Fitzgerald

With This Ring - The Platters

The Girl from Impanema - Stan Getz and Joao Gilberto

Key Largo - Bertie Higgins 

Tagging @imashoutyghost and @charlie--lover! 

[mizworldofrandom]

[bunnygirlskull]

japanese jazz / trip hop my beloved