The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day.
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…
- William Christopher Handy
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.
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…
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.
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
The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day. - William Christopher Handy
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.
Saving was slow and painful. - William Christopher Handy
Saving was slow and painful.
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…
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