American - Musician | November 16, 1873 - March 28, 1958
Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed.
William Christopher Handy
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With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds.
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The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day.
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Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.
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Life is something like a trumpet. If you don't put anything in, you won't get anything out.
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I knew the whistle of each of the river boats on the Tennessee.
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I think America concedes that true American music has sprung from the Negro.
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My big ears indicated a talent for music. This thrilled me.
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Nature was my kindergarten.
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Saving was slow and painful.
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The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before the dismayed clerk. When I came to the house, I held up the instrument before the eyes of the astonished household.
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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.
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