Annie Kozuch is the first singer or musician I've run across who discovered Jobim's (full name: Antonio Carlos Brasiliero de Almeida Jobim, 'Tom' to friends) true wellsprings and cited them…via A.C. himself: "I believe I learned my songs from the birds of the Brazilian rain forest". This is something clearly uncovered in the first cut, Waters of March, a long narrative of an avian sense of ostinato repeated serially, something one would run across in a bird sanctuary, an aboreal canopy, or even just from a songbird in a friend's living room. With that introductory insight, a number of elements emerge that would otherwise remain subtle, shown again when Wave arises and floats through the speakers, it's feathered origins more obscure yet discernable once one now knows how to listen.
Kozuch encants with a light clear voice, doing so equally well in English and Portugese, as her backing band delicately paints pastel and gently skyblown scenery with breezes, balm, and artistic beatitude flowing slowly through the selections in quietly swinging fashion. In several ways, there's more than a little Doris Day in Kozuch—minus, of course, Day's penchant for brassiness—so if ya happen to be a Gloomy Gus, Mostly Jobim is going to be medicine for what ails ya. Turn that frown upside-down, Brown, and bop along with Annie—though, if you want, Someone to Light Up my Life has just enough wistfulness to put you in an interzone, cherishing the bittersweet while hopeful of that certain someone sidling up to turn the world back into Eden. Either way, the delicacy of her recitals will enchant and entice.
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