Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed.
From William Christopher Handy
Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.
The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day.
With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds.
Nature was my kindergarten.
Life is something like a trumpet. If you don't put anything in, you won't get anything out.
You've got to appreciate the things that come from the art of the Negro and from the heart of the man farthest down.
I think America concedes that true American music has sprung from the Negro.
Whenever I heard the song of a bird and the answering call of its mate, I could visualize the notes in scale, all built up within my consciousness as a natural symphony.
I knew the whistle of each of the river boats on the Tennessee.
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