Gilberto and Getz are from two different worlds, but come together as one on this classic recording. In one instance, I can listen to “The Girl From Ipanema” and feel like I’m transported to a hot summer night in Rio de Janeiro. In another, I’m transported to a cold, wintry night in Manhattan. I have no idea who the girl from Ipanema is. Nor do I care. This bossa nova staple reminds me of fond old memories just as much as it gets me to look to better days ahead.

“The girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ahh.”