Playing disco? That's an undignified death.
Anyway, didn’t Elvis’ Heavenly Vegas Band need a drummer? (Keith Moon and Ringo Starr wouldn’t qualify.)
A man is dead and you’re all laughing.
Anyway, can you imagine the pain he felt when he had to fill out a form, any form, and put down in the PROFESSION box in capital letters, please, blue or black ink: “DISCO DRUMMER”, or sitting on a bar stool and answering a question from the drunk on the right “so what do you do?”, saying, “Oh, I’m a disco drummer.” Can you imagine?