What a day, what a tribute to Dave and his kazoo! May I join in the celebration as I celebrate the 47th anniversary of beginning my career on ol’ man river. April 1, 1978 I stepped aboard the Magnificent Mississippi Queen in New Orleans. A two week gig turned into the adventure and career of a lifetime. I would be given my river moniker Jazoo (eventually respelled Jazzou), and ultimately receive the crowning accolade of my professional life as an exclusive inductee into the 1937 Flood’s inner sanctum as an Ornery Member. This could only inspire a new river song “When Jazzou Played the Kazoo on the Yazoo.” The title was born some thirty years ago. The song is yet to be written.
What a day, what a tribute to Dave and his kazoo! May I join in the celebration as I celebrate the 47th anniversary of beginning my career on ol’ man river. April 1, 1978 I stepped aboard the Magnificent Mississippi Queen in New Orleans. A two week gig turned into the adventure and career of a lifetime. I would be given my river moniker Jazoo (eventually respelled Jazzou), and ultimately receive the crowning accolade of my professional life as an exclusive inductee into the 1937 Flood’s inner sanctum as an Ornery Member. This could only inspire a new river song “When Jazzou Played the Kazoo on the Yazoo.” The title was born some thirty years ago. The song is yet to be written.
Dang, man! We gotta get busy on that tune -- none of us in getting any younger and that title is Too Good to leave unaddressed!
Happy steamboat anniversary, brother.