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Shipping it

This little five-minute soap fragment turned out to be better than I thought it would be:

Royal Crush comes to you from AwesomenessTV and Royal Caribbean; it’s here mostly — okay, entirely — because Rebecca Black plays Paige. New episodes come out on Monday; there will be six in all.

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Hey, (almost) nineteen

The 21st of this month is Rebecca Black’s 19th birthday, but I figured I’d mention it here today because it’s Friday and that should require no further explanation.

A couple of weeks ago she turned loose a video in which she’s talking music with the two brothers who make up funk-pop duo Fox Wilde, with whom she’s apparently working on some tunes. The main thing I gleaned from it, though, was a reminder of how great a simple t-shirt/jeans combo can be:

Rebecca Black as casual as she wants to be

Interestingly, there’s apparently only the single rip, over her left knee, so these jeans aren’t fully “distressed” in the contemporary sense.

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Edge of nineteen

Someone t’other day on Yahoo! was asking for one word — just one word — to describe Rebecca Black. I figured no one was going to buy the one word I thought of, which was “blossoming.”

Still:

I still have not seen Royal Crush, a Web series set on a cruise ship; she appears in Season Three. And I did not know that BrainyQuote had given her a page.

What’s more, apparently she’s struck a deal with Hollister Co. to provide her with some casual wear in return for letting herself be seen in it:

Very enterprising, she’s turned out to be.

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Friday night alone

“Why I didn’t go to prom” is a subject that has occasionally seen fit to reintrude itself at various times during the last 47 years, and since I have always felt that my own explanations were never quite satisfactory, I felt a twinge when Rebecca Black disclosed that she didn’t go either:

Although there’s probably more of a story here with these Zooey-esque bangs she’s wearing these days. (Did she finally get tired of the noticeable widow’s peak?)

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And here we are on Friday

I hadn’t even noticed, but it appears rebeccablackonline.com has been sent to the bit bucket. I’m guessing she’s reaching enough folks with social media — nearly 1.5 million Twitter followers, over 1.2 million YouTube subscribers, and God knows what elsewhere — that she doesn’t need any of that antiquated Web stuff.

That said, the occasional sponsor probably wouldn’t hurt:

Hollister specializes in apparel inspired by Southern California, so this is a perfectly sensible bid for attention, even while RB is sojourning in the U.K.

Also, we spotted her in the video for the Vamps’ “I Found a Girl,” a spiffy little pop tune about, well, finding a girl. Said girl, perhaps unfortunately for the finder, is not into guys.

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Sartorial notes

Last week’s Rebecca Black video got down to the quotidian details of her existence, and I caught this frame during breakfast-making:

Rebecca Black wears a shirt: With a shirt like this who needs pants?

At no time do we see if she actually is wearing pants, but at this point I prefer to assume that she was.

Addendum: I am informed by the lady herself that it was five years ago today that “Friday” went viral. I did not ask her about pants.

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None of that wind-chill stuff

It’s weirdly warm in the Los Angeles area these days, prompting this outburst from an 18-year resident:

Members of the fan base in colder areas — this is freaking February, after all — sent their own, much chillier, screenshots in response.

Addendum: The coldest day ever recorded in this town was the 12th of February — in 1899, when the mercury hid in the bulb of the thermometer, unable to face 17 degrees below zero (-27°C).

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She’s such a girl

Sometimes Rebecca Black shops, and she will show you what she bought:

I got curious about that neutral-colored shoe, the one her mom picked out for her, and went looking for it:

Flat oxford from Zara with rippled sole

In sand color, $89.90 from Zara. Not especially pricey, but perhaps tall for what is nominally a flat. And, as she says, “I already know some of you guys are going to hate these, but I really don’t care.”

(I was listening to this in the editing stage, which may explain the first line.)

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Viernes

Rebecca Black has been vacationing in Mexico, which probably isn’t the worst place to be during a chilly January. And she sent up a few pictures, such as:

Time it took for someone to complain about her being, you know, clothed and all: one hour, forty-nine minutes.

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Wild and wilder

In 2014, Time named Australian (via South Africa) singer Troye Sivan, then nineteen, as one of the year’s most influential teens, right up there with a couple of Jenners. I missed that, and also his spiffy single “Wild,” which briefly Bubbled Under the Billboard Hot 100 in the States. I mention him here because (1) that is a spiffy single and (2) because Rebecca Black — it is Friday, after all — has put out a cover of it:

RB’s version apparently isn’t out as a single, but it’s getting a fair number of upvotes at YouTube. There’s what I think is a clumsy edit near the end, and I am weary of that whole bee-stung lips thing, but I’ll take stuff like this wherever I can get it.

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Opening night

Just a quick look at the first night of the Fire half of DigiTour SlayBells, in Birmingham, Alabama, featuring [hey, it’s Friday, what did you expect?]:

This is, presumably, one of the new songs from her still-in-the-offing album.

Tonight the tour lands in Atlanta. I checked, and all the VIP tix to be had have already been had.

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Movable Black

Rebecca Black is getting ready to go on tour, so she didn’t have a whole lot of news to spread last week, but she did show up at the American Music Awards looking the very picture of Teenage Conservative:

Rebecca Black at the American Music Awards

The actual red-carpet shoot got Vined, and, well, by now she knows this drill very, very well.

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So close, yet so far away

I have been mourning about this — at a lowish level, because appearances — pretty much all week:

Digitour Slay Bells Tour 2015 featuring Rebecca Black

And the tour is coming here, except that it’s not: there’s the Ice segment, as advertised here, and there’s the Fire segment, which is the one we’re actually going to get (on 9 December). The closest Ice will come is Omaha, on the 22nd.

So no Rebecca Black for me this fall. Would I actually have shelled out one hundred twenty-five American dollars for VIP admission to the Diamond freaking Ballroom?

You better believe it.

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Unwellness of a sort

This is no way to start a week:

I retweeted this and received an answer: Panera Bread. Nearest might have been Beverly Hills, which for some inscrutable Beverly Hills-related reason closes fairly early, though not that early. And delivery? Perhaps it would have been better had she been in Louisville.

Anyway, there was no improvement the next day:

At least she’s sticking to serious remedies.

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Skin in the game

Rebecca Black for Flaunt MagazineAn uncle of mine was fond of quoting the old adage — wait, aren’t all adages old by definition? — “If you got it, flaunt it,” which may be more than enough to explain the existence of Flaunt magazine, which, judging by this Instagrammed portrait, did a modest photoshoot with Rebecca Black. At least, I thought it was modest. One of the commenters on her Instagram account — click the picture and you can see the whole thread, if you’re so inclined — wasn’t having any of that:

“Just don’t get why musicians think it’s always a good idea to have bits showing off, women moan that they’re always sexualised and yet they walk around looking like that? Would you walk to the shops wearing only your bra? I doubt it. Would you go to a formal dinner in only your bra? I doubt it.”

“And yet women moan about being made into sex icons etc etc yet they still walk around with their tits hanging out moaning they only attract scumbag guys.”

Up to that point, I hadn’t noticed the way this outfit was cut. And RB’s done lots of fashion stuff of late — see, for instance, this quickie video for Twist magazine, one of several 16 replacements — and this is pretty much of a piece with her recent appearances at various openings: trendy without being particularly spendy. As for “hanging out,” well, she’s eighteen and nowhere near an A-cup, and I don’t think she needs to be, um, bound down.

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Absence of matriculation

Rebecca Black in the studio

It appears that high-school graduate Rebecca Black has told her mom (and 1.2 million YouTube subscribers) that she’s putting college on hold for now while she tries to grab the brass ring once more. Ordinarily I would shake my head and sigh, but it occurs to me that she might well think her window of opportunity won’t stay open very long, considering that most everyone still thinks of her as the 13-year-old who sang songs about days of the week, even though that’s so five years ago.

So we watch and wait, and watch some more.

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Returning to the fray

Rebecca Black shows up at the VMAs:

Rebecca Black at the 2015 MTV Video Music Awards

MTV’s publicity machine actually tweeted her arrival, which suggested to me that they Know Something. And this, I suspect, is what they Knew:

I’m guessing that this will be the first track we get to hear from that New Album that’s presumably going to drop some Friday when I least expect it.

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As though the moment had passed

Possibly the best article ever written about Rebecca Black — I figure my prodigious body of work is tied for third — showed up in, of all places, BuzzFeed. BF’s Reggie Ugwu gets the overview in order, makes a couple of unexpected disclosures, and comes up with paragraphs like this:

Maybe more than any other 18-year-old alive, Black is all of our anxieties about oversharing online made flesh: the fact that more than 350 million photos are shared to Facebook each day and 300-plus hours of video hit YouTube every minute; the nagging sense that kids born into a world where social networking exists are worse off — when it comes to college applications, job prospects, romantic relationships. For most of us, these fears are as vague as they are persistent, a concern filed somewhere in the back of the brain near jury duty and gum disease. But for Black they’re reality. And, as luck would have it, her overexposure came just moments too soon in the history of the viral video industrial complex to translate into anything resembling a sustainable career. When it comes to making traumatic first impressions on the internet, Black is patient zero.

While she did make six figures off “Friday,” her million and odd YouTube subscribers likely bring in enough these days to pay the rent, or at least her half of it anyway.

Besides, music is coming:

The artist Black says she would most like to emulate, perhaps unsurprisingly, is Taylor Swift, whose ability to successfully switch genres — and to be graceful under intense spotlight — she finds inspiring. “She’s the best businesswoman in music right now,” Black gushes. “She’s killing it.” Black’s new songs, based on two nearly complete demos she sent me, sound like Swift — bright and confident with soaring rock drums and dramatic hooks that work best sung at the top of your lungs while cruising down the highway. Her voice is capable and Auto-Tune–free.

We will forget what I said on the release of “In Your Words” back in 2012:

I’m thinking that if Taylor Swift is wanting to be Katy Perry these days, surely Rebecca Black is bidding here for Swift’s niche: songs simultaneously wistful and accusatory.

Still, if she’s cruising down the highway, we now know she prefers the front seat.

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Having blossomed

This site has never run short of Rebecca Black pictures, although I had never submitted one for the weekly Rule 5 babefests for the most obvious of reasons. I mean, she was thirteen when “Friday” went viral in the spring of 2011.

At eighteen, she’s shed a bit of the Dorky Teenager look, and if she’s going to be a fixture at the premieres of low-budget features, there may be more of these to come.

Rebecca Black at the premiere of Bad Night July 2015

Rebecca Black at the premiere of Smosh July 2015

RB being a major YouTuber, it should not surprise you that both these films have a YouTube connection. Smosh is based on the highly successful YT channel of the same name; Bad Night is an adventure film starring two YouTubers.

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Meanwhile in Anaheim

What's next for Rebecca Black?Rebecca Black is at VidCon this weekend, and she sat for an interview with People and Entertainment Weekly, wherein one question that had been pushed to the back burner for a while was brought forward again:

[W]hile the recent high school graduate says that she’s been working on her debut album (which she hopes to have out before the end of the year) since the “Friday” video hit the web, it wasn’t until recently that things really started to take shape.

“I found a producer that I could work with well and that really understood what I wanted,” Black said. “A lot of it beforehand was sort of like songs picked for me, and I wasn’t really cool with that. Once I started actually getting into the writing process and being a writer on every song and loving and really connecting with every song, I think we are creating something really magical.”

Since to my knowledge she had only one writing credit in her eight previous singles (“Person of Interest,” fall 2011), this suggests that the whole album is New Stuff, and so does this:

Black also revealed that the inspiration for her new sound (“indie-alternative,” she says) came from the music she likes to listen to and her own life experiences — after all, she wrote most of the record while she was still finishing up her senior year of high school.

And when it finally drops, you’ll hear about it here.

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As Friday comes around again

There is actual news on the Rebecca Black front:

This will be their second collaboration. (The first, a nice acoustic reworking of Miley Cyrus’ “We Can’t Stop,” came out two years ago.)

Oh, and there’s this:

Um, no.

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Eighteen and I don’t know what I want

I know what I wanted at 18: a place of my own. Didn’t work out quite that way, but hey, I’m just this guy, you know?

Nowadays:

His comment: “i look pretty dumb in this pic!”

Oh, and someone noticed the door under the stairs, and asked if Harry Potter might be behind it.

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Three so excited

High-school graduate Rebecca Black with a couple of besties:

Rebecca Black in cap and gown

She turns eighteen a week from Sunday. What happens now? Probably something like this.

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Edge of seventeen plus one

Next month, Rebecca Black turns eighteen. What happens then, if anything happens then, is anyone’s guess, but this picture she sent up earlier this week indicates that glam is on her mind:

Twitter pic by and of Rebecca Black

Definitely doesn’t look thirteen — which she was when “Friday” went viral — anymore.

Disclosure: I cropped that photo a bit and lightened things up ever so slightly. This is the original as posted to Twitter.

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Friday plus four

Four years after “Friday” went viral, Rebecca Black talks to Entertainment Weekly:

The Orange County high school senior currently focuses on her million-plus subscriber YouTube channel, where she does comedy bits, answers fan questions, and performs the occasional song. “What I love and have loved about doing YouTube is that I have complete creative control,” she says. “That was a thing that I lacked with the people I was working with and had surrounded myself with. I realized that they didn’t care as much about what I wanted to do as much as what they wanted to see me do. I really felt like I could be myself, and people really got to know me for who I am as a person instead of just this girl who sang songs.”

That phrase “what they wanted to see” has particular resonance with me, since earlier this week I went searching for Black-related material on Bing, and this is what I got on a submenu:

Bing submenu from a search for Rebecca Black

It was originally nine items across; I’ve reformatted it into three by three, but this is what I got. You’ll no doubt notice that a couple of these items are identical — and that some of these pictures are not Rebecca Black at all.

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And lo, down was gotten

You already know the story:

The bell tolls seven times and I arise;
my fast is broken with a bowl of gruel.

And twelve lines more, as Pop Sonnets takes on Rebecca Black’s “Friday.”

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Sneaked in

Rebecca Black by now has done enough shoefies over the last few years, on Facebook and Instagram, to make it possible to identify her just from an ankle shot — providing she’s wearing Converse. This one from a couple years back testifies to her loyalty to Chuck Taylors:

Rebecca Black from here down in Converse high-tops

This one, however, threw me for a loop. She put this picture on Facebook with the tag “if only you knew how i took this”:

Rebecca Black from here down in Converse low-cuts

Phone in her third hand, am I right?

No?

Assuming she did take it herself, I’m thinking the most plausible explanation — I’ve worked with timers, and you never get yourself back into position exactly the way you wanted to be — is that one of those two hands actually belongs to someone else, and I see what I think is just enough disparity in wrist diameter to confirm.

Oh, and one more thing:

Make that two more things:

After three years, it still elicits the giggle.

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Accounting for another week

We begin with an anguished question from a fan:

This is what you’d call a business decision by the artist:

“Music is art, and art is important and rare. Important, rare things are valuable. Valuable things should be paid for,” [Taylor] Swift said earlier this year to The Wall Street Journal. “It’s my opinion that music should not be free, and my prediction is that individual artists and their labels will someday decide what an album’s price point is. I hope they don’t underestimate themselves or undervalue their art.”

Then again, seven years ago a band, without any label input, threw the question open to its fans:

I’m contemplating offering £4.50 — a tad over nine bucks — to download Radiohead’s new album In Rainbows, and after all, the price is up to me.

After a brief discussion, I upped the ante to £4.75.

If there’s any irony here, it’s in the fact that if Rebecca Black ever gets around to releasing an album — she says she’s been in the studio on weekends — she’ll be setting the price for it, unless she signs a distribution deal. (Her singles have been coming out at 99 cents each, with the notable exception of “My Moment,” which carried a $1.29 tab.) I have no idea how much she’s making off Spotify, but it can’t be a whole heck of a lot.

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Once burned, ice shy

The late Lou Gehrig, an eminently sensible man, would probably not have encouraged people to dump water on their heads for the sake of research into amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. But being an eminently sensible man, he also wouldn’t have attributed the phenomenon to Beelzebub:

A WorldNetDaily writer can’t fathom why anyone would willingly dump ice water on themselves, so she did some digging and has now concluded that the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge is a satanic ritual.

“I began to think about the IBC,” Selena Owens explains in the piece. “Whose idea was this? Why would people so easily agree to being drenched in icy water? Who participated and who didn’t? Why do people feel obligated to take the challenge if offered to them? What’s the purpose of calling out three other people to take the challenge?”

It gets sillier after that, believe it or not.

Says Lynn:

I don’t even know what to say about this, folks, except that it’s really, really effed up. Someone please go dump a bucket — no, a trash can — full of ice over Selena Owens’ head. Maybe the ritual will reboot her brain.

And since it’s Friday, here’s Rebecca Black on the receiving end:

To the guy who said she should have been wearing white: give it a rest, why doncha?

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Still a person of interest

MTV actually put Rebecca Black to work at this year’s Video Music Awards, since arguably she does more in the way of music video than they do.

I did like this photo she tucked away on her Facebook page:

Rebecca Black on the red carpet

Still holding on to that exuberance, I see.

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