My prayer to the Lord every day, is this-I have been a great sinner. I do not deserve Heaven. Let me stay here. — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
My prayer to the Lord every day, is this-I have been a great sinner. I do not deserve Heaven. Let me stay here. — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
When I began, the guitar was en-closed in a vicious circle. There were no composers writing for the guitar, be-cause there were no virtuoso… — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
I was my own teacher and pupil, in a comradeship so firm and persevering that the most trying incidents of my life served only… — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
When I started to play with my fingernails, it was not just for volume. The most important thing was giving the guitar different colors… — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
Whoever heard of an electric violin, electric cello or, for that matter, an electric singer? — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
“Among God's creations, two, the dog and the guitar, have taken all the sizes and all the shapes in order not to be seperated… — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
Electric guitars are an abomination, whoever heard of an electric violin? An electric cello? Or for that matter an electric singer? — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
When one puts up a building one makes an elaborate scaffold to get everything into its proper place. But when one takes the scaffold… — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
(I was) my own teacher and pupil, and thanks to the efforts of both, they were not discontented with each other. — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart. — Andres Segovia Copy Share Image
