The two don't really go together. I think both are phenomenal though. Gal Costa brings me that Brazilian Bossa flavor that helps me zone out to the beach vacation in my mind. And beer, well, beer doesn't do that. Beer lately doesn't give me the headiness or "buzz" that wine or other sweet alcoholic drinks have done in the past.
It sure adds weight and poundage. Believe it or not, it has a taste that I not only appreciate, but somewhat long for. Strange, isn't it? Never was a Bud or MGD type of drinker. I like sweet and don't want to waste time or money on some cheap rail drink that just gives me a knocker of a headache in the morning.
The truth is, I'm drinking beer to help increase my milk supply due to the hops. The darker the beer, the better. Isn't that true in life about everything? The darker the better? My mother brought to my attention while observing my baked BBQ chicken dish that she prefers her chicken less charred. I was aghast. How could anyone want their chicken without some color? Lack of color equates to blah taste. Except for certain Chinese dishes like eternal Moo Goo Gai Pan, right? Steamed chicken is ok. But even I have to lather on the Teryaki or soy sauce. Please, people! So, Guiness, Sierra Nevada, Sam Adams holiday label and Tuppers Hot Pocket are very good.
By the way, all this talk about drinking (except he beer) was from almost 10 years ago. Yes, I have been somewhat sober for that long. A sort of self-imposed prohibition due to, well, lives that were growing in me. Not so much guilt, but more like fear. Fear that if I imbibed, my babies would be damaged for all eternity. For some, that is true. God willing for me and mine, that hasn't happened.
Back to Gal. Beautiful Gal. She may be in her 60s now. Her heyday was in the 60s/70s I believe. Brought her own touch to Jobim's bossa. Mi esposo actually enjoyed a few moments watching/listening to her at the Lisner Auditiorium, only because, she, as I bet most Brazilian singer/artists do, employ the "call" and "response" method to her music. She sings one line and invites the audience to fill in the next. Well, for a few songs that crowd actually covered most of the songs for her. Like the national theme song "Aquarela Do Brasil" and "Chega de Saudade." There was also Jobim's tunes "Girl from Ipanema," "Desafindo," "Una Samba Nota," "Dindi," and my fave-- "Wave." And people, lots of people sang. In harmony. I'll say it again. In harmony. I was impressed and so was hubby. But anyone raised on this kind of music has to have some innate gift for at least singing in tune. Below is a youtube clip from a 2009 concert. Maravilhoso!
I sang along too! Yes, I tried to blend in with the other Brazilian ex-pats living the in DC area. You see, I've had this recent ambition/dream to visit Brazil, specifically Salvador Bahia. Somehow or other, I think I'm going to find my retirement paradise there while my body remains as lithe and supple as it is in its 30s. Like I'm its long-lost daughter called home by the Yemanja over the seas.
In my quiet place, far from the rapid pace, God comes in the ebb and flows of my dream. One day into my waking...thank you for that moment Ms. Costa. Obrigado.
It sure adds weight and poundage. Believe it or not, it has a taste that I not only appreciate, but somewhat long for. Strange, isn't it? Never was a Bud or MGD type of drinker. I like sweet and don't want to waste time or money on some cheap rail drink that just gives me a knocker of a headache in the morning.
The truth is, I'm drinking beer to help increase my milk supply due to the hops. The darker the beer, the better. Isn't that true in life about everything? The darker the better? My mother brought to my attention while observing my baked BBQ chicken dish that she prefers her chicken less charred. I was aghast. How could anyone want their chicken without some color? Lack of color equates to blah taste. Except for certain Chinese dishes like eternal Moo Goo Gai Pan, right? Steamed chicken is ok. But even I have to lather on the Teryaki or soy sauce. Please, people! So, Guiness, Sierra Nevada, Sam Adams holiday label and Tuppers Hot Pocket are very good.
By the way, all this talk about drinking (except he beer) was from almost 10 years ago. Yes, I have been somewhat sober for that long. A sort of self-imposed prohibition due to, well, lives that were growing in me. Not so much guilt, but more like fear. Fear that if I imbibed, my babies would be damaged for all eternity. For some, that is true. God willing for me and mine, that hasn't happened.
Back to Gal. Beautiful Gal. She may be in her 60s now. Her heyday was in the 60s/70s I believe. Brought her own touch to Jobim's bossa. Mi esposo actually enjoyed a few moments watching/listening to her at the Lisner Auditiorium, only because, she, as I bet most Brazilian singer/artists do, employ the "call" and "response" method to her music. She sings one line and invites the audience to fill in the next. Well, for a few songs that crowd actually covered most of the songs for her. Like the national theme song "Aquarela Do Brasil" and "Chega de Saudade." There was also Jobim's tunes "Girl from Ipanema," "Desafindo," "Una Samba Nota," "Dindi," and my fave-- "Wave." And people, lots of people sang. In harmony. I'll say it again. In harmony. I was impressed and so was hubby. But anyone raised on this kind of music has to have some innate gift for at least singing in tune. Below is a youtube clip from a 2009 concert. Maravilhoso!
I sang along too! Yes, I tried to blend in with the other Brazilian ex-pats living the in DC area. You see, I've had this recent ambition/dream to visit Brazil, specifically Salvador Bahia. Somehow or other, I think I'm going to find my retirement paradise there while my body remains as lithe and supple as it is in its 30s. Like I'm its long-lost daughter called home by the Yemanja over the seas.
In my quiet place, far from the rapid pace, God comes in the ebb and flows of my dream. One day into my waking...thank you for that moment Ms. Costa. Obrigado.
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