i have been listening to mukesh since i was about ten. there was a magical quality in his voice that seemed to transport me beyond the dusty lanes of jehanabad where i was brought up, to a world full of love and sorrow, to a world where to sacrifice and pine was agreater virtue than to love and achieve...
it has always struck me as wonderful, how mukesh's songs did not need active intervention of the music to make them appealing. music was always secondary to his voice. at no instance did it drown out the voice. it was as if the pure melody of the songs and the sweetness of the voice were by themselves capable of imbuing the songs with magic.
even today mukesh's songs can be sung and hummed by everyone and do not need any accompaniment.
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