The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day.
With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds.
Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.
My big ears indicated a talent for music. This thrilled me.
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.
Saving was slow and painful.