Aristotle, Descartes, Shakespeare, Nietzsche….Rebecca Black? Wordsmith, poets, philosophers, one and all. And now this young American girl can join this prestigious hall of fame after bursting onto the scene with her seminal hit, Friday. Ostensibly a deep pondering on life’s big questions, Friday manages to not only make us question things we may take for granted, but question life in general.
Sure, we’ve had such topics in life before. Deep meaningful musicians like The Smiths, Patti Smith, Johnny Cash and Frank Zappa have made us look inward at ourselves and outward at life and society in general, but never before has someone made us look so hard and deeply at everything.
The song begins with a chorus of ‘yeah’ type noises, the type usually to be found at the zoo when someone shows deep appreciation for the fact that monkeys can actually do things like throw fecal matter around. Don’t let this fool you, this is just setting us up for the masterpiece to follow.
The actual lyrics kick off, and the first verse is almost like a haiku, and just as spiritual, as young Rebecca pontificates on the importance of not only being fresh, but of having a healthy start to the day as she informs us that she must have her cereal. A strong and good message for the children out there. Take note parents. Of course like everything, breakfast is not free of time’s shackles, and it ticks on, causing everyone to rush, including Ms Black. This being a school day I imagine, she rushes down to the bus stop. To catch her bus.
But what’s this?! It’s her friends! And not just her friends, but her friends in a car, being driven by what appears to be the foetus version of Justin Bieber (I was going to say toddler or younger brother, but he looks about 5 anyway; and to think some of you girls like him! Shame on you all!). This brings a dilemma to our Zen master Ms Black. Which seat should she take?! This may seem like a small question in the scheme of things, but think about what she’s really asking; which SEAT should SHE TAKE
? At this young age, the wrong choice could be disastrous. This is basically an entry exam to adulthood, to life! Don’t you see? WHICH SEAT SHOULD SHE TAKE?! THE FRONT SEAT OR THE BACK SEAT?!
After deciding on her seat, and indeed the course of her life for the ascent into adulthood, Rebecca informs us that’s it Friday, Friday. Seemingly we must all get down on Friday. Now I don’t know about you, but to me that’s a message we can all jive to. As she informs us, everyone is looking forward to the weekend, and she and her friends are no exception. Clearly a weekend of drinking, crack and hookers is on the cards. I say hookers as surely that’s the only way the Foetus Bieber will get some (hey if you’re old enough to drive a car, a convertible at that, then you’re old enough to take the hits). This is reinforced when she informs us all that they will all be partying’ and with use of the word ‘fun’ three times informs us of the impending fun. So like I said, drinking crack and hookers.
Fast forward quite a few hours, suggesting that perhaps the car is some new kind of Delorean, and it’s 7.45 and we’re told that they’re cruising down the highway. In fact they’re cruising so fast that she wants time to fly. Clearly this is some deep meditative reflection on the yearning of a young soul to spread her wings and take flight into the world. It’s time to leave the nest she’s thinking. And then she tells us again to think of fun (fun, fun), another clear hint about leaving the nest. Besides, if her parents are anything like mine then they’ll positively FROWN on crack and hookers. She also informs us that her friend is by her right, clearly a dig at the girl to her left. This other girl to the left is clearly not going to be in the gang for much longer. The rejection may lead her to a life of disappointing and unfulfilling one night stands with the fear of rejection keeping her from getting close to anyone. I speak from experience (if I’d chosen the FRONT
At this point all the fun, fun, fun and deep soul searching is getting a little too much for Rebecca, as she once more ponders which seat can she take, not realising that she has already selected one. Or of course she could be reflecting upon her previous seat choice, thinking that perhaps that her selection was rash and maybe regretting that she has utterly destroyed the life of a girl (the one to her left). To use a pun, the track then kicks into overdrive, not just musically but lyrically and educationally. You see it’s here that she reveals her true talent and potential for wordplay by telling us that today is Friday, but that yesterday was Thursday
! That’s not all as she tells us that tomorrow will be Saturday
! Then, with us reeling from the exquisite tapestry of words and concepts she has woven, the knockout punch is delivered when we are told that after Saturday, Sunday follows
! Holy days of the week Batman! Breathtaking stuff.
The song takes a bit of downturn, and in fact goes quite creepy, as some rapper raps. He clearly isn’t up to the standard of young Ms Black when it comes to spitting lyrics, and this dude can be thankful he doesn’t have to square off against her in a rap off. It would be a massacre.
We thankfully are then turned back to Black, and Rebecca drives the message home about how it’s Friday and how it will be the weekend, something that she is sure we are all looking forward to. And of course that it will be fun, fun, fun. And who we are to disagree? So I’ll see you all out this Friday, partyin’ at the weekend having fun, fun, fun. And crack.
So remember where you were you heard this monumental moment in music history. This will be this generation’s JFK assassination. Something to tell the grandkids about. On a Friday. Provided you kick the crack habit of course.
On a side note, I think an awesome collaboration would be if Rebecca Black hooked up with the Frosties kid (musically you filth!). That would be GREAT!
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