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I wanted to make a video on this topic, but then I got lazy, and decided to write an article instead. Enjoy! Recently, I got into the music of a Canadian based Indian music artist, Sidhu Moosewala. I binged through his songs in a couple of days, as well as those where he is featured on. I regret I didn’t get in his fandom earlier. But later is better than never. However, as I went far and deep into his sound, I noticed a pattern in his work, which has a very nostalgic influence. To be clear, this is not a take-down piece. Also, this is in no way going to focus on his music. It will focus on what makes his identity as a music artist. And not just him, his producer as well as his crew, Brown Boyz. Lets dive deep. Sidhu Moosewala has a very humble background which makes his hardwork shine even more. According to the brief research I did, he had trouble writing songs in his earlier career. He was let down by multiple writers, and one day after he got hit with yet another setback, he

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