An in-depth analysis of Rebecca Black’s “Friday”

The Mediocre Fight

It’s Friday, and as part of my new Friday routine I am watching Rebecca Black’s video “Friday” on repeat.  If you haven’t seen this video yet, OH JESUS CHRIST WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?! CLICK PLAY IMMEDIATELY!!!  It’s hard to explain quite how I feel about this video.  I’m disgusted by it, embarrassed, at times enraged that it even exists… yet, for some inexplicable reason, I want to watch more videos like this.  I don’t know if it’s an odd form of masochism, if it makes me feel better about myself, or if Ark Music Factory has simply discovered how to make sonic crack.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0

Okay, if you’re still conscious and haven’t tried to rip out your eyes to plug your ears with (thus solving both problems of being able to see and hear the video) – I’d like to have a little discussion about the meaning of the song.  It’s not about partying, no.  It’s much deeper meaning is really about a young girl struggling with dementia.  Don’t believe me?  Let’s break it down.

An analysis of Rebecca Black’s song “Friday”

(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) – This is just a shameless plug for “Ark Music Factory,” the soulless demons responsible for unleashing tweeny hell upon the earth.  They must be stopped.

Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

This is the sad opening, where a young girl battles to even be able to form a sentence.  A stirring performance reminiscent of Colin Firth in King’s Speech.
[Rebecca Black - Verse 1]

7am, 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)

This part of the song illustrates her daily struggle to remember how to start her day.  She chants the mantra to herself every morning, the repetition the only thing allowing her to function. “Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs” – I need to wash myself, but I can’t just stay upstairs.  I must journey down the stairs. “Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal.”  - if I don’t eat, I will die.  But first, I have to get my bowl.   The next few lines deal with her shoddy conception of time.  The final line, “Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends. (My friends).”  Clearly her mind is breaking down, not only does she have ADD and immediately get distracted from her goal of reaching the bus by seeing her friends, but she shows signs of Alzheimer’s as the last line seems to question, “My friends?  Do I know these people?  Where am I?  Who am I? ” Fortunately for her, the question of who she is will be later answered by a random rapping black man.

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

The poor girl… The simple task of sitting in her car is an obstacle that must be overcome.  Do I kick it, or do I sit?  Front seat or back seat?  The last line illustrates that she can’t even figure out which seat she CAN take.  For most of us it’s a simple “Is somebody sitting in the seat? Yes? Okay, I cannot take that seat.  I shall choose another.”  For little Rebecca, it’s four entire lines in a song.

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

Her verbal skills show new signs of breaking down, as she can’t help but repeat words.

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

The verbal breakdown intensifies.  The progress she’s made since the morning where she was only able to say “Yeah” is nearly lost, as she repeats “Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun.”  All she can do is look forward to the weekend, where she can huddle in the fetal position in her room without having to deal with society.

[Rebecca Black - Verse 2]

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
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

This is the moment where Miss Black tries not to freak the fuck out.  For one, she’s riding in the back of a moving convertible.  Clearly, her struggle earlier with “Front Seat or Back Seat” was never properly resolved as she sits in no seat at all, but on the back of the car itself.  ”Fun, fun, think about fun.”  - What’s going through her head is “Oh dear God where am I?? Who are these people with me?? WHY ARE WE GOING SO FAST?? It’s okay… Think about fun… Fun…”  Her attempts to bolster her confidence continue, as she tries to motivate herself by saying “I got this.  You got this.” She does not got this.  She tells herself that she’s with friends.  The white girl on the right who can’t dance for shit is her friend.  ”I got this.  You got this.” Now with more confidence and awareness of her surroundings, she does got this.  ”Now you know it.  Things are gonna be okay.”

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

Fuck, nevermind, she’s not okay.  Still can’t figure out the fucking seat situation.  YOU’RE NOT IN A SEAT.  PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT, REBECCA.

[Chorus]

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 chorus tragically repeats, with no improvement in mental facilities since the last time.

[Bridge]

Awww shit yeah, we at the bridge.

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

We can see just how little mental capacity remains, as not only does she struggle with repetition, she needs to talk her through the days of the week.  ”Okay… Yesterday was Thursday.  Thursday?  Yeah… that means today iiiissss Friday! Yeah, Friday! Partyin.”  We also see here either a) her grasp on the usage of pronouns slipping, or b) signs of dissociative personality disorder as she no longer uses “I” but uses “We” instead.  We so excited.  ”Tomorrow is Saturday, which means Sunday… comes… after…wards?  I know the days of the weekend, why can’t it be the weekend forever?  Then I could be normal.”

[Rap Verse]

Random rapping dude to the rescue!

R-B, Rebecca Black
Fantastic!  The kindly rapper has helped her find her identity!  Clearly this gentlemen is going to play the part of Geoffrey Rush from King’s Speech, guiding R-B Rebecca Black back to sanity.

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

Oh shit, he’s not a kindly gentlemen at all!  After giving Rebecca a false ray of hope, he then toys with her condition.  ”In the front seat.  In the back seat.  WHERE AM I? I’M CRUISIN, BITCH!”  She is once again thoroughly confused by how seats work.  ”Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream.”  Here he focuses on her poor sense of time, the tick-tock of clocks mocking her, making her want to scream.  ”It’s Friday.  It’s a weekend.”  No it’s not, Mr. Rapper.  Friday is a weekday.  Rebecca’s previous understanding of the concept of a weekend is now shattered.  He taunts her in his last line again, not only mocking her word repetition but the fact that she thinks of herself as more than one person as he calls her “you all.”

[Chorus]

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

No longer repeating single words, she’s now repeating entire choruses.  We’re left with a scene of Rebecca at what can only be described as a drug-fueled sex orgy, and we’re left wondering if she ever makes it home.

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So, I hope that’s been an enlightening analysis of “Friday.” Maybe now everyone can be a little bit more compassionate when they talk about Rebecca Brown, this generation’s Helen Keller.  Our prayers are with you, Rebecca.



6 Responses to “An in-depth analysis of Rebecca Black’s “Friday””

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  • spiffy Says:

    Ha, yours is pretty good too. If only there were something that could be done for poor Rebecca.

  • Aaron Says:

    I like this write up a lot :grin: . But for me the words are moot as the video is actually a dream sequence. She’s passed out from the beer bong she did after sneaking into a freshman dorm to party with the big boys the night before and the squeaky door robo singing you hear in the song is actually her alarm clock going off incessantly – which in her dream becomes odd child like nursery rhymes, much like a tree branch scratching against a window when you’re asleep can become the sound effect to something completely different in a dream.

    The basic story is: In her dream Black wakes with oddly crimped hair, fully made up, and goes downstairs, where she convulses and twitches, as the ghosts of her dead family dash and dance around behind her. She finds herself suddenly at a bus stop, but just as quickly finds herself in a car with children obviously too young to drive (except in dreams).

    Suddenly it’s night and she’s with a new group of girls – seemingly pursued by a Freddy Krueger-esque dream rapper (who has already killed her family in an unseen video prelude – hence the ghosts in her kitchen). The demonic child hunting dream rapper is so intent on pursuing a busload of fresh tasty school children in front of him (very similar to Nightmare on Elm St 2′s opening sequence) that he doesn’t actually realise our cluey heroine has pulled a switch on him and is in fact NOT actually on this bus. Our Becky is actually now back at home, and has busily gathered the neighbourhood children (who will become ‘The Dream Warriors – see Nightmare On Elm St 3) so together they can battle the evil dream rapper via the powers of their combined electric youth.

    Once gathered in Black’s backyard, and making sure the backyard party lights are blasting to ensure no one trips over on the garden rockeries or falls in the nearby pool (safety first – another example of our heroine’s righteousness and clear headed thinking – even under extreme duress), the children begin their assault on their adversary – chanting the words ‘fun fun fun fun’ and ‘partying partying YEAH!’ over and over, in an attempt to kill the child hunting dream rapper.

    The battle is of course fraught with danger, resulting in a precarious moment (2 mins 54) when the dream rapper arrives at the soiree – and attempts to send his soul into Rebecca (our heroine’s eyes bludge and her head twitches demonically) but she cleverly rejects the evil soul with a well placed soprano note, spewing the demon rapper’s soul back out, and hitting the dream rapper with a few more soprano notes, plus some added hair tossing, and scrunch-faced emotion, the combined assault of which sears and tears at the dream rapper’s flesh, finally destroying him.

    The video ends with the dream warriors clapping and cheering, celebrating their victory, and confident that they are now finally free of the demonic child hunter who has terrorised them every Friday since beginning high school. The video ends on a high note, but like many horror franchises, I wouldn’t actually be surprised if Black must again duel with the evil child hunting rapper in the videos Friday Part 2: Revenge of The Dream Rapper, Friday Part 3: It’s Rebecca – Bitch!, Friday Part 4: The Final Battle, and Friday’s Part 5 and 6: The Final Final Battle and It’s Really The Final Battle This Time.

    I don’t know why people don’t realise it’s all a dream, didn’t anyone see Dallas when Pam Ewing woke to find she’d dreamed a season’s worth of storylines and Bobby Ewing wasn’t really dead, he’d just been in the shower for a year?

    • The Mediocre Fight Says:

      Haha, I love this take on the video, well done. I don’t know what’s worse now – that I’m going to think of Rebecca Black every time I watch a Nightmare on Elm Street movie, or that I just watched the video for what is now probably the 20th time.

  • Matthew Says:

    Oh God – thank you for this!
    I have now, for the last 4 minutes, been crying my heart out in laughter over this analysis.
    It is simply hilarious.
    Thank you for making my entire family believe that I cried my heart out while listening to the song that has destroyed the western world’s relationship to the 5th day of the week.

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