I cannot be felt, seen or touched;
Yet I can be found in everybody;
My existence is always in debate;
Yet I have my own style of music.
What Am I?
I agree that the most obvious answer is soul, but I like Johnny D's different take on it. Only one problem wth it the existence of sound is not really in debate UNLESS we play a little fast and loose and since sound exists in debates then its existence is "in debate"
nah, I guess that does not work either, sorry