Remember that scene in Ghost where Sam helps Molly on the potter’s wheel? Well, in preparation for getting groovy with a nearly dead in a matter of hours, this one’s on repeat.
Ansar’s voice is amazing. It’s as rich and dark and bold as his black as night skin. It makes you tremble. It freezes you. Only after the initial shock of its strength can you begin listening to it. I can faintly hear his voice at the top of the staircase, where the sounds of urban street sprawl mix with the sounds of urban underground transportation. With every step downward, his volume increases – I’m getting closer. At the bottom of […]