Pappan walked to the microphone. “We have no name for the song,” he said. “But my wife Thankam says it sounds like the jackfruit tree at midnight. So that’s what it’s called.”
Balan put down his tabla. “Remember 1987? The police band played at the stadium. You were sick with fever. You threw up behind the drum set. Then you played the national anthem so beautifully that the collector stood up twice.” malayalam saxcom
That was the "Saxcom" sound. It was imperfect, slightly tacky, but deeply affectionate. It represented the first wave of privatized instrumental music in Malayalam households. Pappan walked to the microphone
“Sounds like a beer brand.”
That was the beginning.