In the South of long ago whenever a new man appeared for work in any of the laborers gangs, he would be asked if he could sing. If he could he got the job. The singing of these working men set the rhythm for the work.
With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds. - William Christopher Handy
With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds.
- William Christopher Handy
If my serenade of song and story should serve as a pillow for some composer's head, as yet perhaps unborn, to dream and build on our fond melodies in… - William Christopher Handy
If my serenade of song and story should serve as a pillow for some composer's head, as yet perhaps unborn, to dream and build on our fond melodies in…
A lean, loose-jointed Negro had commenced plunking a guitar beside me while I slept. His clothes were rags; his feet peeped out of his shoes. His fac… - William Christopher Handy
A lean, loose-jointed Negro had commenced plunking a guitar beside me while I slept. His clothes were rags; his feet peeped out of his shoes. His fac…
You'll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry. - William Christopher Handy
You'll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry.
The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day. - William Christopher Handy
The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day.
Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it. - William Christopher Handy
Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.
In the South of long ago whenever a new man appeared for work in any of the laborers gangs, he would be asked if he could sing. If he could he got th… - William Christopher Handy
In the South of long ago whenever a new man appeared for work in any of the laborers gangs, he would be asked if he could sing. If he could he got th…
You can never tell what's in a woman's mind, And if she's from Harlem, there's no use o' tryin - William Christopher Handy
You can never tell what's in a woman's mind, And if she's from Harlem, there's no use o' tryin
I think America concedes that true American music has sprung from the Negro. - William Christopher Handy
I think America concedes that true American music has sprung from the Negro.
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