With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds. — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
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… — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
My big ears indicated a talent for music. This thrilled me. — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds. — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it. — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
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… — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
I knew the whistle of each of the river boats on the Tennessee. — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
In the South of long ago whenever a new man appeared for work in any of the laborers gangs, he would be asked if… — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
You've got to appreciate the things that come from the art of the Negro and from the heart of the man farthest down. — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
Whenever I heard the song of a bird and the answering call of its mate, I could visualize the notes in scale, all built… — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the… — William Christopher Handy Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
