You will have to see the above video (if you have not already) for the background of this post. If you have not seen this video before this post…please check your pulse.
Now listen, I’m not going to be mean. Okay, I just lied.
Let’s try that again. Now listen, she isn’t all that bad. Okay, I’ll stop lying.
What do you want me to say? I can’t insult Rebecca Black anymore than Google. But you know what, honestly, I don’t think I want to. There is no reason to hate on someone you don’t know, just for the sake of hating. As a person, she is actually quite, sweet I would say. Just another 13 year old.
I mean, dissing her would be effortless, as easy as my going to be “pardeen and pardeen, yeahy!” while I have “FUN FUN FUN” doing it.
But the true question is, what happens after this “Friday” hype subsides? Can she truly be the next Justin Beiber? Has she, Black, unleashed upon us the Black Plague itself?
I blogged about Justin last year, and even then, just as easy as it was to trash him—I didn’t. Well, not too badly anyway. He’s okay. Quite frankly, the arrival of this little upstart (not harsh at all, see), is making him seem like Hollywood royalty. With almost 2 000 000 dislikes and 250 000 likes, she now has a 12.5% like rate! Wow! (Fun, fun, fun, fun!), she makes Justin seem like some “fun” loveable God (yeahy!).
But can we really compare her to Justin? I mean, whatever said and done, Justin has talent—
—now did I say she doesn’t have talent? No. So stop coming to conclusions.
As I was saying, Justin is talented. He self-taught himself to play the piano when he was just 8 years old, and by the time he was sixteen and ready to be adopted and baptized by Usher, his fairy god father, Justin had already fully mastered the drums, piano, guitar (acoustic bass) and yes, even the trumpet. Not forgetting he could break dance from the time he was 7 he can also sing—this last point is debatable, but still evident. Some would even argue that he truly deserved the fame, for his talent was well earned. But now what can Miss Black bring to the table?
It really doesn’t matter (yeahy!) Now that she’s viral her prospects are exploding. Simon Cowell already wants to meet with her (she says) and Ryan Seacrest, Jay Leno, Nicole Richie, Will Smith and others have already offered their congratulations. Even Chris Brown, on listening to her for the first time (see link below for his hilarious reaction), mouths the words like some overgrown happy baby, “FUN FUN FUN” and has already memorized half the song (such a vocabulary after all) in his first listen, saying “I actually liked it. Friday, Friday…”
But are these the symptoms of the Black Plague? Justin, it seems, might not be liking his potential rival. Black asked Justin on national TV to do a duet with her. Justin has still not responded (probably hunting for a vaccine against her). But what the seventeen year old cherub does have is quite the bite. In late March, Justin tweeted, in blatant reference to Black’s song “Sunday comes after Saturday?Weird.“
Ooooh. Burn.
But, you know that might simply have even been an honest reaction, even perhaps a “good kind of weird” who knows. Black also tweeted, though well before Justin’s alleged diss, “Forget Bieber Fever, I’ve got the Black Plague-hahahaha made my day.” No comment.
But really this song is quite…bad? Ironically that is not a bad thing to the world, it seems. Secretly, everyone loves that it is so bad. We are at such a paradox here with this song we don’t know what to make of it. Is bad now in vogue?
But then again, it is also doing everything right. Pop as hell, catchy chorus (forget intelligence), and damn it when you hear it, it will latch onto your inner ear like a plunger (FUN FUN FUN, PARDYING, YEAHY!). With 98 000 000 views and counting this thing is not viral; it is a freaking internet pandemic! It’s now even leeched into the top 100 downloads in iTunes.
There is too much to touch, on everything that is plain wrong in this song. The range spans the breathtaking video to the melodious lyrics that puts only Shakespeare to shame. Apart from the SAT grammar and the cameo of the black rapper in a child’s car, something must be working to have it become this successful. That, I guess, deserves respect—or we can try to give it some, in the least. Right now, for whatever reason all we can say is that the Black Plague is now rampant. We got over the fever, if the need arises, we will, hopefully, get over the plague. Adieu.
Do-It-Yourself-Friday-Kit: Make all the fun you want with the Official lyrics to the song:
(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend
7:45, we’re drivin’ on the highway
Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it
Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after … wards
I don’t want this weekend to end
R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin’ in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I’m drivin’, cruisin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin’ lanes
Wit’ a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C’mon) Passin’ by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend
We gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all
It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend
It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend
The Literartist 