Tucson, my desert city hometown, hosts a grand cowboy-pioneer parade each year. I remember a vast "marching" kazoo band recruited by a local radio or TV station. Membership was open to everyone who showed up at the starting point with a kazoo: A vast mob of crazed Kazooers enthusiastically buzzing away. No one could figure out what they were supposed to be playing! Like a swarm of giant mosquitos, they just buzzed and rumbled their way down the parade route to the astonishment and delight of all.