Whether you are listening on a crackling phone speaker in a village market or through headphones in London, the effect is the same: you realize that music does not need to be happy to be great. It just needs to be true.
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Born in , the heartland of Kadongo Kamu, Basudde was not a pop star in the Western sense. He was a town crier . He dressed sharply—often in suits or traditional kanzus—but his eyes held the sorrow of the common man.