Saving Was Slow And Painful.

The Blues - The Sound Of A Sinner On Revival Day.

I Think America Concedes That True American Music Has Sprung From The Negro.

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 His Tomorrow, I Have Not Labored In Vain.

With A Guitar I Would Be Able To Express The Things I Felt In Sounds.

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.