More Matters Of Import Debated On The Internet

A brief Twitter exchange over a throwaway comment on a post invoking visions of pots, kettles and the colour black.

My Twitter response to a post taking a pot shot at electric kazoos, ‘Philistine! Agent of bourgeois blandness! But the rise of the proletariat's harbinger defies cultural imperialism!’

My Twitter response to the original poster not getting the joke at all as explained in the text of the post.

But let’s take a closer look at this scandalous slight on the honour of creatives who choose the electric kazoo as their means of artistic expression.

Advert for a Kazooka electric kazoo with mention of them being made since 2003.

That’s a thing now’ - Home made and bespoke electric kazoos have of course been around for over fifty years but the emergence of manufacture at scale dates at least to the early 21st Century.

Nobody wanted or needed that’ - The Twit disparaging the electric kazoo is a self-confessed ukulelist who might have had more empathy for an instrument that like their own has been dismissed as a novelty or toy for much of its existence. It’s a classic case of displacing a subconscious inferiority complex onto an instrument seen as lesser’ in an attempt to bolster the ego of the protagonist and the perceived status of his or her axe’.

Black American musicians playing kazoos, guitars and home made bass in 1914 sat on bales of hay.

But perhaps most problematic is framing an instrument traditionally played by the poor, particularly in rural areas of the USA, as unnecessary sustains a divisive narrative dismissing the experiences of minority, lower class, or otherwise excluded groups as less worthy than those of elites.

Photo of a carrying case of kazoos of mulitple sizes as sampled for the Soniccoutre instrument Concert Kazoos. Kontakt users can approximate the sound of the Electric Kazoo using the Soniccouture Concert Kazoos library.

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