Answer:
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?
Without me everyone would lose their head.
I am of several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What am I?
I go up when the rain comes down
I work when I play and play when I work
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?