The Blues - The Sound Of A

Saving Was Slow And Painful.

Nature Was My Kindergarten.

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.

I Hate To See The Evening Sun Go Down.

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