This is, I admit, silly, but I can’t resist recording it here. Writing in the Orlando Sentinel, Robert J. Havel describes a performance by an “ensemble compris[ing] eight kazoos and a trumpet player who doubled on kazoo.”
If you ain’t heard six kazoo-tootin’ little old ladies swingin’ and singin’ their way through a seminaughty version of “The Sheik of Araby” (with no pants on) and a pale imitation of Cab Calloway’s “St. James Infirmary Blues” (hidehidehidehi, hidehidehideho), you ain’t heard nothin’ yet.
The brief article is somewhat confusing — with the disparity between the nine players mentioned in one spot, and six players a paragraph later being an example of not-quite-clarity. And it’s possible the whole thing is somehow satirical, since it includes this line: “To broaden our instrumentation, we are also seeking a slide kazooist and a 12-string acoustic kazoo.”
Maybe just that one sentence is a joke. I’m not sure. I’d like to hear “SJI” performed by six, or more, kazzoo players. That’s what I do know.