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Saturday, February 25, 2006

Everybody's doin' the Disco Duck 

Things begin normally one night for the protagonist of Rick Dees 1976 hit song "Disco Duck". In a Kafka-esqe twist, just as "all the ladies were treating him right" a normal man is somehow transformed into a duck. In horror, the man flaps his "arms" to come to grips with what could be the most existentially jarring moment of his life. "Look at me" he cries, "I am the disco duck".

But the party doesn't stop. Everyone wants to get down with the disco duck. They dance like he dances. Like Zeus in the form of a swan, women find the disco duck irresistible. The disco duck, for his part, has retained some element of his humanity: a desire for women. "I gotta have me a woman," declares the duck amid perverse laughter. "Hey momma, shake your tail feathers! ha ha ha!"

Amid this spectacle of beastiality and metamorphosis enters Elvis, thanking the duck. Everything seems to have worked out for the poorly-voiced, hyper-sexualized Donald Duck rip-off.

Dees tried to follow up the success of this disturbing, but optimistic, magna opus of the disco era, but failed when "discorilla" failed to meet with as wide an audience.

-Miguel Sanchez  13:28 EST | |

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This weblog is an ongoing, if periodic, effort by several friends to stay in touch, in reading material, and in ideas.

Lucky Luciano is a former Italian Stallion real estate hustler and Benedict Arnold CEO turned shady lawyer-to-be. He lives in Denver.

Ben is a Paramedic and would-be philantropist who lives in Denver. He knows everything about nothing.

Fuzzy Dunlop lives in Manhattan. He is more than capable of standing up to the stresses of a high crime urban environment.

Jess is a teacher. But have YOU given her an apple? No, you haven't. You should be ashamed of yourself. This crazy feminist currently rests her copy of Awakening in Jersey City.

Matt is a pariah, iconoclast, and professor of gambling living in Oakland.

Miguel Sanchez is not Lionel Hutz.

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Paul just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette.

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