Artist
Sureshbabu was an exceptionally expert in Khyāl, Thumri, Marāthi Nātya Sangeet, and Bhajan. his singing was intelligent, tuneful, aesthetically rich, tender and balanced. His disciple and legendary Hindustani Classical singer Dr. Prabha Atre written in her book Along Path of Music that, his music came through intuition, imagination and will power; not through hard labour. his sweet tone was the life of his singing. Deep yet delicate, it felt like a feather stroking the skin. his phrases were always rounded with neatly drawn curves and were laced with aesthetic embroidery through kan and khatkas. His singing appeared to be very simple and easy, yet it was extremely difficult to imitate. He sang intricate phrases with such ease that one would seldom notice their complexity. He use to say " sing in such a way that after concert, your music eludes the memory of your audience. They should just be filled with the aura of the concert that lingers on " He was one of the few musicians in Maharashtra of that period who was drawn to the Punjabi style of Thumri singing. his thumri singing was legendary and many artists have taken inspiration from that.
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