Do The Bike Hustle
BeBe and Donnie Singer – “Bi-Cycle”
If any type of music ever exhausted its own resources and overstayed its welcome, it was Disco. The funny thing is that by the time the real Disco scene had all but petered out, the whole world knew what it was and you saw way more Disco crap than ever before. The disease permeated the airwaves, and even established bands that shouldn’t need a gimmick, like the Rolling Stones, were putting out Disco flavored albums. As long as there was cocaine and horny white people, Disco would not die gracefully, and it was the early 80’s before Disco finally coughed its last polyester breath. I’ve always maintained that the 70’s didn’t truly end until around 1982, and if you watch any movies or TV from that era, the wardrobe choices bear me out. I blame Disco.
So here is another terrible parasite that tried to suck some of the remaining lifeforce from Disco’s putrefying corpse. Since you could take just about anything and make it Disco, these two decided to combine the craze with… bicycling. No, it doesn’t make any fucking sense. The one redeeming part of the song for me is one B-52's quality "wo-ho," and you soon forget about that when your mind is choked by a heinous cloud of fluttery Disco flutework. But hey, it’s got its own Arthur Murray dance step -- that may have been some serious currency in 1978.
They look like nice enough folks, but I refuse to learn anything about the people responsible for this record. Perhaps they were later mauled by a Disco bear on a Disco camping trip. More likely they are somewhere in the San Fernando Valley teaching dance, and made a small fortune when the whole Swing thing came back -- I’m sure they could have adapted this song into the Bi-Cycle Zoot Daddy Swing. In closing, I’d like to compliment the 10 year old that drew the Bike Hustle logo. Great job!
Update: OK, my curiosity got the best of me, and I Googled these two Disco wizards. No info on BeBe, who probably has a different name by now since very few marriages span from the Disco age to the reality TV age, but Donnie is apparently tickling the ivories every Friday night at the Hyatt in Huntington Beach.