HOW INSENSITIVE

Didn't have time to upload the new DMZ last nite, didn't end up driving back from New Jerz until 4 am - soooo, instead, here's a sequel to my Jobim post from the last time I was cruisin through the misty dawn over Route 80 -

Francis Albert Sinatra and Antonio Carlos Jobim - Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars

- Frank Fucking Sinatra in the house!  He sounds real good on this subtle bossa nova shit, no?  Not only is it a pleasure to hear the great one wrap his velvet voice around this, but the sad-sweet English lyrics hit like a big soft brick to the heart.  "I who was lost and lonely / believing life was only / a bitter, tragic joke," &c, damn!

Even better - one of Jobim's coldest and best, my favorite track on this 1967 collabo album -

Francis Albert Sinatra and Antonio Carlos Jobim - How Insensitive

SO cold, yet so sad, and so so true.  "What was I to say, what can you say when a love affair is over?"  Sinatra/Jobim turns to ask us, the audience, because come on, we've all been that asshole before, right?  I know I've been both insensitizer and insensitizee in that situation, and the icy beauty of this lyric is that it captures the sadness of both sides, the hurt of having your heart broken as well as the hurt of having to break a heart.  "I see it still, all her heartbreak in that last look..."  It's a foggy day in New York.