Rick Dees, the father of Disco’s ugliest duckling.
Procrastinating is what I am doing right now. Okay, that’s not really something dirty, unless, say, you are procrastinating over whether to throw a drowning person a flotation device. Then, that isn’t really dirty either. It’s just not very nice. Reckless. Maybe a felony. Such actions certainly won’t get you a gold lifesaving medal. But I prattle.
Actually I am putting off some research for a contract tech writing project I have. Like many academic pursuits I remember from college it is interesting once you dive off into it. The problem is getting on the diving board. What’s with this whole swimming theme, by the way?
Perhaps it’s because I was thinking of one of worst songs known to man: “Disco Duck” by Rick Dees. Dees, who now has a widely syndicated radio music program, unleashed this horrible waste of vinyl(which is final)during the equally horrendous disco era a.k.a. the End of the World As We Know It. Disco was responsible for the decay of cities, declining morals, and polyester leisure suits which in turn were the cause of the catastrophic:
Disco inferno.
It was a bad scene all around. Worse yet was the music from this wart on the nose of society that was disco. Rick Dees and his so-called “Cast of Idiots” certainly didn’t cause what some said was disco fever but was really more of a pox. Neither did Dees in his Donald Duck voice advance human kind with a song that basically is about someone who goes to a party, starts getting into the the music and commits the one social blunder that your mother warned you about for which you should have taken heed: That is to get up in public and start flapping your arms like a duck.
Incidentally, the lyrics also mention that the subject “began to cluck” which means he probably was going to dance like a chicken but I suppose “Disco Chicken” would have been less than catchy. (Less than Disco Duck?)I mean, even if you are hypnotized you want to avoid acting like any type of fowl but here was Rick Dees and his idiots suggesting one should do just the opposite.
A very, very sad part of what passes for our culture that whole episode. And what happened to the duck? What do you think?
Doesn’t it just break your heart?