Bossa Nova National Day

On January 25th, is celebrated the National Day of Bossa Nova in Brazil.

Bossa Nova, which literally means “new wave” or “new trend”, it is the best-known Brazilian music style abroad. It is a lyrical fusion of samba and jazz, originated in the late 1950s, in Rio de Janeiro.

The reason why Bossa Nova day is celebrated on the 25th of January is that it is Antonio Carlos Jobim’s birthday, who is known as the ‘father of Bossa Nova’.

Antonio Carlos Jobim (January 25, 1927 – December 8, 1994), most known as Tom Jobim,  was the son of Jorge de Oliveira Jobim, who was a writer, diplomat, professor, and journalist, and his mother was Nilza Brasileiro de Almeida, who was of Indigenous Brazilian descendant from Northeastern Brazil.

Tom Jobim was a composer, pianist, songwriter, guitar player and singer. He was born in Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro, and started his life as a musician while he was still a teenager taking classes of piano and harmony with the Brazil-based German Hans-Joachim Koellreutter.

Pubs and night clubs in Copacabana were his first stages.

In 1962, he was featured in the festival Carnegie Hall, in New York, where he introduced Bossa Nova in US.

His masterpiece “The Girl From Ipanema” was composed alongside Vinicius de Moraes, poet, musician and diplomat. Later on, it was recorded with Frank Sinatra, to the album “Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim”, in Holywood.

Tall, tan, young, lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, I smile but she doesn’t see

In his lyrics, he approaches themes such as love, self-discovery, joy, and about the birds and natural atmosphere of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
“Corcovado” was written in 1960 and in English is known as “Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars”.  An English lyric was later written by Gene Lees. The Portuguese title refers to the Corcovado mountain in Rio de Janeiro.

“Quiet nights of quiet stars

Quiet chords from my guitar

Floating on the silence that surrounds us

Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams

Quiet walks by quiet streams

And a window looking on the mountains and the sea, oh how lovely

This is where I want to be

Here with you so close to me

Until the final flicker of life’s ember

I who was lost and lonely

Believing life was only

A bitter tragic joke, have found with you, the meaning of existence, oh my love

I who was lost and lonely

Believing life was only

A bitter tragic joke, have found with you, the meaning of existence, oh my love.”

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