Born in the Philippines to a Filipino mother and Italian-Dutch American father. Her father worked for USAID and her mother for the UN, which led to her being raised in Italy and various parts of Africa before her family finally settled in Northern Virginia. Moved to London for 5 years before returning to the US to live in New York City, where she currently resides. Her love of jazz began at the age of 9 with her mother’s Billie Holiday records.
You may have previously seen Cristina Gatti solemnly snapping her fingers beside a 7 ft clown – now, check out her amazing voice on this 1940’s swing remake of Beyonce and Jay-Z’s “Drunk in Love.” Watch closely for some well-executed horn choreography and Adam’s attempt at getting some camera time.
Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox – Drunk in Love – Vintage Big Band / Swing Beyonce Cover ft. Cristina Gatti
The Vintage Big Band pairs up with Cristina Gatti to create a “remix” to Beyonce’s “Drunk In Love” – making us feel quite nostalgic about #The40s era and also Amy Winehouse. Pour yourself some whiskey or scotch on the rocks and have this Drunk In Love Remix by the Vintage Big Band featuring Cristina Gatti.
Postmodern Jukebox – Drunk in Love feat. Cristina Gatti Lyrics:
I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na. Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na. Drunk in love
We be all night
We woke up in the kitchen saying,
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Next thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love
We be all night, love, love. We be all night, love, love
We be all night. And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I’m drinking
Park it in my lot 7-11
I’m rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right
Armand de brignac, gangster wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
I’m singing on the mic to my boy toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body
Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good
We be all night. We woke up in the kitchen saying,
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love. We be all night, love, love.
We be all night, love, love. We be all night, love, love.
We be all night, drunk in love.
