When Rebecca Black put her new music video “My Moment” up on the special Rebecca Black Youtube channel, we had no idea the kind of impact it would have on our lives. I’ve been sitting at my desk, staring out the window, holding myself, and rocking back and forth. My partner Finesse has gone completely silent, and I really don’t know if he’s going to recover from this. Let me explain. GTOG rode the wave of the “Friday” phenomenon for several months, and we looked forward to this new release like it was Super Bowl Sunday, or Hometowns. We had an emergency podcast planned to dissect every Moment of “My Moment.” Then it happened.
Something about that video made my friend recoil, made him withdraw, sent him looking for comfort, somewhere where he could be safe. Maybe it was the little clap and snap move at the 1:15 mark. Maybe it was our Rebecca going Full Beyonce at 1:54. Or maybe it was the White Man’s Overbite at 2:05. Everybody has a theory. Me? I think it’s the cumulative effect of watching Rebecca Black completely losing her innocence. Who does she keep looking at while she sings? Does she see her friends, way back in the cheap seats with the commoners? Does she even eat cereal anymore? What happened to our little girl?
|They grow up so fast.|
Finesse, if you can hear me, we don’t have to do a podcast. OK? We don’t have to do it. You’re safe. Come back to us.