I think it was my maternal grandfather that introduced me to the kazoo. You quickly learn, whether young or old that you can’t just blow into it, but you have to make a sound with your throat instead.
It’s one of life’s great levellers. Silly bordering on the ridiculous. I love kazoos.
Whilst entertaining myself on Twitter, I heard from Valerie (desperate to call her Val but don’t wish to appear over familiar) who kindly shared with me that her grandmother was in a kazoo band.
A band. Of kazoos.
My interest was piqued.
Can you imagine the conversation that happened, between those elderly ladies on the day they decided to form a musical troupe? No? I can.