Blood on the Forge Quotes

“Melody had heard some of these people from the Ukraine singing. He hadn’t understood one word. Yet he didn’t have to know the words to understand what they were wailing about. Words didn’t count when the music had a tongue. The field hands of the sloping red-hill country in Kentucky sang that same tongue.”
― William Attaway, Blood on the Forge

“He never had a craving in him that he couldn’t slick away on his guitar. You have to be native to the red-clay hills of Kentucky to understand that. There the guitar players don’t bother with any fingering; they do it by running a knife blade up and down the stops. Most of the good slickers down where he was born would say that a thin blade made the most music. But he liked the heft of a good, heavy hog sticker. It took a born player to handle one of those. And maybe that’s why his mother changed his name to Melody when he got old enough for a name to mean something beside “Come get tit.”
― William Attaway, Blood on the Forge