Are you one of the over four million people who have viewed that Friday song by Rebecca Black? You know, the one that goes:
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
That is, when it’s not busy going:
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today is Friday, Friday
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday… comes afterwards
Some people are calling it the worst song ever. A blog post entitled “Songwriting Isn’t For Everyone” on Comedy Central’s Tosh 2.0 appeared on, of all days, last Friday, and Rebecca Black became an overnight internet sensation as millions of viewers tallied up the video’s YouTube count.
Here is the Friday song video, if you haven’t yet seen it.
Wow, right? What you must be thinking. Wait, let me guess what you might be thinking.
You might think this song is monotonous. Or you might think she’s been Auto-tuned to death. You might also think that she sings pretty much one note during the whole song. And that the lyrics are stupid - a song about trying to decide whether or not to sit in the front seat or the back seat? Or that this must be some kind of spoof.
Well, let me tell you something, sister. You couldn’t be more wrong!
Rebecca Black’s Friday song rocks, is good for the soul and is good for this country. And here’s why:
Rebecca Black’s Friday Song Builds Community
When Comedy Central shared this song with their viewers, everyone turned to their respective internet content devices to see it.
And then everyone jumped on Twitter, making Rebecca Black a trending topic. It’s not often a song can bring so many people together all at once like that and I think that speaks volumes to the power of this Friday song.
Rebecca Black’s Friday Song Espouses Family Values
First of all, Rebecca is a 13 year-old 8th grader. She is not dressed like a whore. She is not singing about going down on her statutory rapist boyfriend. Nor is she going on about how her baby daddy is in jail for robbing banks and laundering money.
No. She’s a pretty girl singing about “Fun, fun fun.” Oh sure, she might be wearing an awful lot of make-up for a junior high school kid, but cameras and lights can make you look washed out and girl just needed some definition is all.
Rebecca Black’s Friday Song is About Life Choices
Rebecca must decide whether or not to sit in the front seat or the back seat of a convertible. The car already has four people in it. She is at a crossroads, symbolizing how we all reach our own forks in the road and must decide for ourselves what is right regardless of what our friends think we should do. What better representation of self-actualization, not to mention common sense about seat belt availability and therefore auto safety is this video?
Rebecca Black’s Friday Song Embraces the Truth
Rebecca tells us that today is Friday. She further asserts that yesterday was Thursday and that tomorrow is Saturday and that Sunday comes after that. She is making a simple and true statement.
With all the manipulation, deceit and lying that pollutes this world, I find Rebecca’s honesty very refreshing, don’t you? The next time I’m framed for Murder One by my nosy neighbor, I want Rebecca Black in the witness box defending me.
Rebecca Black’s Friday Song Embraces Cultural Diversity
OK, so a bunch of white kids are driving around on a Friday, looking forward to the weekend when all of a sudden some random black rapper dude starts busting rhymes about he, too, is chilling in the front seat and the back seat, and seems to exude a positive attitude about the fact that it’s Friday.
I assume rapper dude is from downtown since skyscrapers grace his background, whereas Rebecca and her white friends appear to be hanging out elsewhere, the suburbs, maybe. Nevertheless, the message here is quite clear: that people of all races and car models can enjoy the same things in life.
Don’t you see? This song rocks.
Plus, it’s catchy. I defy you to listen to it only once.
Tell me that this little ear worm of a song doesn’t make you bounce in your chair and hum it all day afterward.
And if it made you smile, regardless of why, it was worth those three minutes and forty-eight seconds of your life.
