My CD library includes every album John Pizzarelli has ever recorded. I have limitless respect for his talents as a jazz guitarist and singer. Both discs of his superb Live in Birdland have maintained a place of honor in my CD changer for nearly a year. I listen to his Meets the Beatles far more often, and with far more affection, than I do the actual Fab Four. His “I Like Jersey Best” would likely top my desert island list. I’m also a sucker for anything with a bossa nova beat.
Which is a roundabout way of saying that my expectations for Pizzarelli’s Bossa Nova were enormous.