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.
Father of the Blues: An Autobiography of W. C. Handy (ed. 1947)
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.
Father of the Blues: An Autobiography of W. C. Handy (ed. 1947)