Remembering Nusrat

The tempo rising steadily, the chorus matching up with the fast notes and then, Nusrat's voice hits an ecstatic high.  Inadvertently I close my eyes. "Allahoo hoo... Allahoo.. allah" slowly fading into background. If it had not been for my father's broad music taste, which I thought was a bit bizarre(even eccentric) during my childhood because he chose… Continue reading Remembering Nusrat