Saving was slow and painful.

Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.

Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed.

The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day.

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.

Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills of Alabama, sits high on these hills, my home town, Florence.

My big ears indicated a talent for music. This thrilled me.