The dull pulse-like beat started at eleven oclock at night. It was a new kind of music called rap. It baffled Ananda even more than disco. He had puzzled and puzzled over why people would want to listen and even move their bodies to an angry, insistent onrush of words words that rhymed, apparently, but had no echo or afterlife. It was as if they were an extension of the body: never had words sounded so alarmingly physical, and pure physicality lacks empathy, its machine-like.
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About Amit Chaudhuri, Odysseus Abroad
Amit Chaudhuri, Odysseus Abroad.
Themes
- Music — The universal language of melody, rhythm, and harmony