When I was way younger, I remember running to my home after school every afternoon with the only purpose of getting to my room and listening to Joaõ Gilberto's music. I would play endlessly his recordings with Stan Getz, and I would fall asleep watching his concerts alongside Caetano Veloso. All the beauty, depth and complexity that arose from just a simple guitar and the right voice completely absorbed me. And up to this day, it still does.
Descanse em paz, mestre.