The Gentleman and Bossa Nova
For weeks now I have been meaning to write an article on Bossa Nova. Luckily I don’t have to. By chance one of our crew mates aboard the HMS Humidor was ‘stranded’ in South America and has sent us correspondence of his journeys. Therefore I shall leave you in his capable hands…
“To whomever finds this message in an empty rum bottle, sorry there is no rum.
As a member of the group that explored the South Pole to discover Shackleton’s lost Scotch collection, I had the good fortunate to pay an unexpected but much appreciated visit to Brazil. While here I have mastered the guitar on the beaches of Rio De Janeiro. In particular I have picked up the sophisticated genre of bossa nova. There was a girl from Ipanema that loved my playing, in hindsight I should have written a song about her.
A local chap by the name of Pele taught me how to play “futbol.” The sport is much like a game of the same name from England except the climate is much warmer.
Post-match I enjoyed a discussion on the meaning of life and moustaches over a bottle of Cachaca with player, doctor and philosopher Socrates (not to be confused with the Greek philosopher, though he too knows a good time).
While there I also managed to start my own band and performed across the country.
Unfortunately duty called and I had to return to the capital to host a soiree for a number of South American’s heads of state and the like.
I decided some respite was in order so I called in on Antonio Carlos Jobim and enjoyed of a box of Monte Pascoal cigars together. The cigars were delicious and really hit their mark by the third box.
After a few weeks of respite with A.C. Jobim, Frank Sinatra turned up for his annual ‘Bossa Nova’ fix. Many a tune was played and many a tuxedo was worn I can tell you.
Until the next time or as they say in Portuguese “Até a próxima vez”