Remembering Kishore Kumar for his talent, idiosyncrasies, voice modulations, verve. The falsettoes, the yodelling, the heights of hilarity, mischief, innocence. The abysmal depths of melancholy, irony, sadness, both of living and dying. For me, the total method, unintended and uncalibrated, made the man a genius.
Two articles with links to some songs, varied viewpoints and biographical details:
Sadness of a Genius: The Other Side of Kishore Kumar
When Kishore Kumar Said No to Indira Gandhi
An Interview with Kishore Kumar by Pritish Nandy
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