“A lean, loose-jointed Negro had commenced plunking a guitar beside me while I slept. His clothes were rags; his feet peeped out of his shoes. His face had on it some of the sadness of the ages. As he played, he pressed a knife on the strings of the guitar in a manner popularized by Hawaiian guitarists who used steel bars. The effect was unforgettable.” AgeFacesUsedSadnessFeetEffectsClothesGuitarShoesBarsStringsKnivesSteelGuitaristRagsUnforgettableHawaiians Book:Father of the Blues: An Autobiography of W. C. Handy Source: Father of the Blues: An Autobiography of W. C. Handy
