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  1. neo-neocon: Well, thank you very much! Almost went crazy humming that “tune” all the time back in 1964. Finally got it out of my head and now you brought it back! Going to spend the rest of the day with “Tall and tan and young and lovely….” rattling around in my brain. But, better than that “classic” from 1968 – “Sugar, Sugar” by the Archies, I reckon. Had that one going round and round for almost a year when I was in the Philippines!
    On another topic – wish someone would form a “special ops” unit to “secure” Manchester’s notes so that someone could write Volume III. Might have to start working on that. Could have secret codes and ever’thang. Will keep you advised. Oops! Afternoon meds. Later. (“Tall and tan and young………….”)

  2. neo,

    I really loved Brazil, the people, and the Portuguese language. I felt sad to leave, but I had to get home to finish my last semester at UNH. I had already decided that I was going to enter the seminary at that point, but I was trying to decide between Maryknoll, the Jesuits (Society of Jesus), and the Domincans (Order of Preachers). When I was in Brazil one place I really loved, but it was a bit of a drive out of Sao Paulo, on the coast almost two hundred miles below Rio de Janeiro, was Ilha de Sao Sebastiao. Just lovely. Rio de Janeiro was an interesting place. I was there during their winter, so the beaches were kind of empty. The weather was actually kind of cool – in the sixties. In summer the place is sweltering. I tend to not do well in tropical humidity, so it would have been interesting to see what my experience would have been in January and February (at Carneval time).

    Lovely music, neo. I’ve always liked that song, but never heard it in Portuguese.

  3. Reading both English versions, they are basically two different songs. It’s interesting that much was “lost” ( I suppose) in the earlier translation.

    I’ve never been to Rio and Ipanema Beach. But I was raised on the beach in S.E. VA and sure can identify with how the fellow translated those words the first time.

    Totally off the post, Brian Wilson’s California Girls kind of hit me in a similar manner in its day as well.

  4. Neo,

    You’re right, the translation from the Portuguese is quite beautiful. It’d be great if someone recorded the song with those lyrics.

  5. I believe that the setting of Rio and the beaches is as beautiful as any metropolitan setting on earth. I just looked over my shoulder at a picture of me flying over Sugarloaf with Ipanema in the distance.

    Unfortunately, humans have not been kind to the area. The same can be said of the Bay of Naples, among other beautiful places.

    PS
    Brazilians are very outdoor oriented and the beaches are crowded. Volley ball games are endemic. The girls wear minimal beach atire, including my first experience with thong bikinis. I did not see any that would have inspired the song.

  6. Just about any version of Girl from Ipanema is my favorite song. Thanks for this beastiful rendition and the lyrics. Something is always llost in translation.

    Don Janousek, just in case you couldn’t quite remember the tune Sugar, Sugar.

    SteveH, Sukiyaki is also a fav tune cuz it’s got the rock’n’roll whistling going for it. Back in October, I posted a very young Kyu Sakamoto also singing on a tv program. Included are the lyrics in Japanese, English, and Kanji.

  7. Ah yes, SteveH, “Sukiyaki.” Spring of 1963. Reminds of a great “puppy love” I had then with a girl from a nearby town. A cheerleader, no less. Sort of one-sided though, since she didn’t even know I existed. Don’t recall ever actually talking to her. Anyway, Bill Murray did a great psuedo-Japanese version in one of his “lounge lizard” bits on SNL. Another foreign language song from late fall of 1963 – “Dominique” by The Singing Nun. “I Want to Hold Your Hand” in German by the Beatles. (We all pretended to be able to mimic the words.) Elvis did some Southern-fried German lyrics in “Wooden Heart” in the very early 60’s. “La Bamba” by Richie Valens is another great one. And, of course, when it comes to foreign language songs, who can forget “Louie, Louie” by the Kingsmen. Was in Klingon, I believe. Well, thanks, sorta, Indigo Red! You got “Tall and tan and young…..out of my head, but replaced it with “You are my candy girl, and you got me lovin’ you….Oh sugar……..

  8. One of the more breathtaking sights I’ve ever seen was the early morning arrival in Rio de Janeiro from a long, overnight flight from JFK. Flying down into Rio and passing by Christ the Redeemer on top of Corcovado and the sight of the city and the beaches.

    Rio is such a city of contrasts: Old and Modern, Baroque and contemporary, ostentatious wealth and fashion and abject, depressing poverty of the favelas. The brief time I was in Rio (most of my month in Brazil was in Sao Paulo) more than half of my time was in the hillside favelas where the missionaries were. In the communidades de base.

    The senses are awakened in startling ways in that city. Take a young man who is a university student from New Hampshire and set him the huge favelas on the hillsides of Rio de Janeiro. The smells there are not pleasant. It’s an open sewer. The kids are barefoot and ragged, and they find dirt lots where they kick around the tattered, repaired remnants of soccer balls. Smells from people’s kitchens all around you. Some of the men in the hovels you go into plunk down the bottle of cachasa (?), which is a kind of alcohol distilled from sugar cane and you have to have at least two shots of it.

    Then, on another day you are strolling the beaches on the warmer days (August is the end of their winter) when it might hit eighty degrees, and the fashionable Brazilian ladies are out tanning on the beach. You smell their lotion and perfumes. And as a young man, even though you are telling yourself you want to be a priest, you cannot help but be astounded by their erotic beauty. The leisure of their lives contrasts with the worn and worried looks of the women in the favelas.

    Very few places on earth contain the human, natural, and cultural contrasts you will find in Rio de Janeiro.

  9. So here is a view from a songwriter (for what it is worth). While I think the poetry of the Brazilian lyric is more flowing and has more depth you have to look at the culture and attitudes as well as the musical scene in America at the time to understand what a wonderful translation (transposition is maybe a better word) by Norman Gimblel it was for the American market at the time.

    Stan Getz was instrumental (pun definitely intended) in bringing Brazilian music to the US and making it popular. It was during his session with Joao Gilberto that his then wife sang a “demo” of the ” Girl From Ipanema”. Joao did not want Astrud to to record the version for the US but Getz insisted and the rest is history.

    A while back this subject came up and I posted this link but it is worth looking at if you have not seen it. A clip from an old Sinatra TV show doing a medley with Jobim. And note the tuxes and Sinatra’s cigarette (heck even look at the sparseness of the set but the style of the chairs and table – ti was about setting a mood but letting the artistry carry the day) – great comments on the style and sophistication of the time – artists today “don’t know cool”

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGsDmxfqbtI

  10. Neo – I admit so having undergone some classes in English lit, but that was long before the current craze for Nonsense-as-Wisdom, so this may possess some validity.

    Reading from the literal translation, I don’t think he was talking about the girl all that much. I think she was a kind of avatar for BEAUTY, the thing itself. Ode-alisque, punnishly?

  11. Ah, lyricists. Here’s one by the master, Johnny Mercer, to a tune by Lionel Hampton.

    Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night
    The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height.
    Each star its own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight
    I could see the Midnight Sun.

    I can’t explain the silver rain that found me–or was that a moonlit veil?
    The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?
    And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale,
    I could see the Midnight Sun.

    Was there such a night, it’s a thrill I still don’t quite believe,
    But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve.

    The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,
    And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline,
    But oh, my darling, always I’ll remember when your lips were close to mine,
    And we saw the Midnight Sun.

  12. you could recite the phone book in Portuguese to me and I’d think it was lovely

    Absolutely!
    Only I like the original-Portuguese version, not Brazilian. With “sh” where Brazilians pronounce “s”. That gets me worse than French.

    Jo-ah-oooo… Fran-sish-kooo (Fransisco) *melts*

    When this stupid crisis ends (it should end some day, it must, mustn’t it?) and I might have some spare change, I will return to Algarve’s fragrant heat, and then to fado joints of Lisboa.

  13. Very nostalgic Neo, for I remember this post the last few times you brought it up.

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