Johnny Quack

Well folks, gather ’round the ol’ bathwater barrel, because tonight we’ve got a real legend in the house… or rather, the pond. He’s the duck who walks the line (of bubbles), the fowl in black, the one and only Johnny Quack!

Folsom Pond Blues: An Interview with Johnny Quack, The Duck in Black

Well folks, gather 'round the ol' bathwater barrel, because tonight we've got a real legend in the house… or rather, the pond. He's the duck who walks the line (of bubbles), the fowl in black, the one and only Johnny Quack!

For those of you living under a bath mat, Johnny Quack is the front-quacker of the sensation sweeping the duckieverse: The Tennessee Pluckers. This ain’t your average paddling of mallards, folks. These guys bring the grit, the gravel, and the genuine heartache of the Man in Black, all with a decidedly buoyant twist.

I managed to snag an exclusive interview with the enigmatic Johnny Quack amidst their whirlwind tour of local puddles and overflowing sinks. He sat perched on a porcelain swan, a miniature black Stetson perched precariously on his yellow head, a single, slightly deflated air pocket giving him a perpetually brooding expression.

Me: Johnny, thanks for taking the time. The Tennessee Pluckers are causing quite a splash! What inspired you to pay tribute to the legendary Johnny Cash?

Johnny Quack: (Voice a surprisingly deep honk) Well, son, it started in a bathtub in Memphis. Little ol’ me, just bobbin’ along, when the radio crackled to life with “Ring of Fire.” That voice… it resonated deep within my rubber soul. The pain, the redemption, the sheer honesty… it was like he was singing about my own struggles with bath time trauma and the existential dread of the drain.

Me: So, “Ring of Fire” was your “I Walk the Line” moment?

Johnny Quack: You could say that. It ignited a flame… or perhaps a tiny, contained bubble of passion. I knew right then and there, the duckieverse needed to hear these songs. They needed to feel the rumble of the bass drum, even if it’s just a particularly enthusiastic tap on the tub.

Me: And how did The Tennessee Pluckers come to be?

Johnny Quack: Found ’em in a particularly murky bird bath. There was Bartholomew “Barty” Banjo, a real string plucker on his miniature rubber band banjo. Then we got Clementine “Clem” Clucky on the washboard – her rhythm is as steady as a leaky faucet. And finally, Earl “The Egg” Egbert on the kazoo, laying down that mournful harmonica sound. They were all searching for something more than just floating aimlessly, and they found it in the music.

Me: Your performances are legendary. I hear your rendition of “Folsom Prison Blues” is particularly moving.

Johnny Quack: (His beak droops slightly) Ah, “Folsom Pond Blues.” It speaks to the confinement we all feel sometimes, trapped within the porcelain walls of our existence. Barty’s banjo solo on that one… it can bring a tear to a glass eye. We even throw in a little splash solo during the train whistle part.

Me: What’s been the biggest challenge in bringing Johnny Cash’s music to the duckieverse?

Johnny Quack: Well, for starters, our instruments are… unconventional. Getting a good bass rumble out of a rubber band is a constant struggle. And then there’s the stage presence. It’s hard to look menacing when you’re only three inches tall and prone to tipping over. But we pour our little rubber hearts into it. The emotion is real, even if the scale is miniature.

Me: What’s next for Johnny Quack and The Tennessee Pluckers?

Johnny Quack: We’re working on our first album, “Quack in Black,” featuring all the classics with a feathery flair. We’re also hoping to play the Rubber Ducky Music Festival next year – that’s the Woodstock of our world. Ultimately, we just want to spread the gospel of Johnny Cash, one bubble at a time.

Me: Any final words for your fans?

Johnny Quack: Just remember, even a little yellow duck can have a big impact. Find your passion, no matter how small or… buoyant. And always, always, walk the line… of the bathtub.

There you have it, folks. Johnny Quack, a true original in the duckieverse. If you ever hear a faint honking and the strumming of a rubber band emanating from your bathroom, you might just be witnessing the magic of The Tennessee Pluckers. Keep those drains clear and your ears open – you never know when a little bit of Folsom Pond Blues might float your way.

Got this rubber duck along with the accessories to accent him from Temu they sold together.

I used black musical fabric as the background from Steve Sews.


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