I would write this off as a contractual obligation if I knew anything about Stan Getz’s contract with Verve and I would write this off as a mere stopgap between Jazz Samba and Getz/Gilberto if only Stan Getz didn’t also release Stan Getz With Guest Artist Laurindo Almeida that same year; the cover advertising “Blowin’ In the Wind” suggests Getz cashing in on Bob Dylan’s recent success. But regardless of the reason, this shit is fucking inexcusable. This is the sort of album you’d play in the background for the family Christmas gathering while everyone stands around nodding politely and pretending to like each other. Highlights include the first half of “Love” before the vocals drown out both Getz and the Latin percussion (this will happen on every other track) and “Blowin’ in the Wind” because it’s quite a feat to shit on a classic with such utter disregard for the source material (it sounds more like an interpretation of “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”; cf. the opening melody).