To think of a family of flying tulips who perform 3-piece harmonies or to recall the winged berries (the chocolate kind) who fervently murmur their hymns to the Elderberry is asimilar to what this festive celebratory parade has been likened to. Me and my fellow minstrels try our hand at recreating, in 2-minute intervals, the wondrous joyous frequencies that abound only in dreams and Canada. It is my most great pleasure and that of our jolly gathering of eclectic comrades to present to you an assumedly presumed interpretation of events that perspiringly transpired. A collection of recollections known as: Wanda Lee and the Drum Machine