I recently reposted a Cracked.com link about the geniuses/douchebags behind the Rebecca Black phenomenon debacle. After reading the whole article, I was surprised to find out that this was more than true.
I thought maybe it was just poking fun and exaggerated, but I had to look it up for myself. lol, it’s there. /facepalm
This is the lead pic on their site. I circled my fav part. lol
Oh my goodness… is this the next big thing? It really is genius on the money side of things. With social media being involved, you can pull this whole operation off with a clean suit, a shining smile and the tactics of a used car salesman.
The greed in me is bursting at the seams to do this myself… then my integrity donkey punches me in the back of the neck to remind me that this is morally wrong.
What’s wrong with it?
Convincing people who can’t sing that all they need is a little auto-tune.
Writing terrible music (which is only morally evident if you appreciate music).
Taking the money of these poor, unsuspecting people.
And as a result, putting that poor 13 year old girl in a position to be ridiculed at every turn and ultimately ending in her becoming a douchebag herself, self-imposed exile or suicide. (OK, I’m being a jerk, but, I mean, how else does her life play out?)
Anyways, two points of conventional wisdom a-coming…
Be careful what you wish for… because it might just blow up in your face. So, you got your fame… probably a good chunk of change… a “hit” song… but at what true cost? Not knowing for sure if she’s actually exposed to all of the negativity at this point, but I’m sure it will catch up to her soon if it hasn’t already. Her parents/the agency must be running ragged deleting negative posts on youtube alone.
Well, if all you care about is cash, then I guess you’re all good. But if you happen to care about this child’s psychological (possibly physical) well-being, well then, you may have screwed yourself. You’ve probably severely emotionally scarred this child or you’ve fed into a delusion.
Caveat emptor (Buyer beware)… they may be telling you it’s a mansion in Malibu and send you to Bates Motel. Do some research. Who are their other clients? Six other young, rich white girls who can’t sing? Sound suspicious yet? No? How about the lyrics? Not yet? The terrible, no-name rapper? How about the myspace-esque website?
So, let’s place the weight of this mostly on the parents. Even if they are indeed tone deaf, they could have at least brought her to a real agency. Of course, the agency would have said no. But for hypothetical reasons, let’s just say they did say yes. They put actual song-writers behind her. An actual rapper. A decent video. A promotion team. An ungodly amount of auto tune (hey, at least they got that right). She bathes in the light of almost mediocrity.
The most they could hope for is some kind of deal with Disney. Being gawd-awful is the only way to get that much promotion that quickly.
Well, that only leaves us with steering her away from the music business altogther and push that girl to stay in school. Go practice law so you can figure out how not to get duped like that again and in case you do, sue the dog-shit out of them.
Then again, it was reported that she may end up making a million dollars over time off of that cavalcade of terrible. So does the end justify the means? That depends, do you give a shit at all about the child? Well, there you have it.
This is not a case study, just me pointing out all of the crazy things I do that somebody else might relate to.
You have things in your DVR that you refuse to delete until you (attempt to) watch it. There is one program that has been on the DVR since practically the first week we had it… but it was SO COOL. lol
You are always out of space on your hard drive / external hard drive / iPod / digital camera.
You are always (re)collecting music that you can’t remember if you have or not.
When people ask if you’ve seen a movie, your reply is, “I have it, but I haven’t watched it yet.” You have dozens or more movies that you haven’t watched yet.
You leave web services based solely on them putting a limited amount of space in the fine print.
You don’t delete emails or texts… but you probably have lots of folders.
You have hundreds or thousands of pictures that aren’t great but they’re backed up anyways. Sure you have a bunch of favorites, but you also have a bunch of terrible shots, blurry shots, half-edited or ugly shots that you haven’t found any reason to delete.
You cried when your computer crashed.
At multiple times during the day, you’ve asked yourself if there is “an app for that”.
You always save things even though you’re almost positive you won’t need it in the future.
Does the phrase “Just in Case” sound familiar?
We really don’t pay much attention to the sheer enormity of all of the things we collect digitally. If you imagine every text or email on a piece of paper and every virtual folder being a real folder and every account being a series of file cabinets… it stacks up quick.
Now imagine the music on CD’s or records; the videos on film, dvd, or vhs like the old home movies; the pictures in frames all over the house.
AH! I’m a freaking hoarder!
So okay, I’ll admit, I have pack rat tendencies that I have gotten over in real life. I mean, sometimes you just got to break down and throw some stuff away. Now pack rats annoy me.
That being said, the digitizing of everything has made it so easy to be passive about this. No one really minds because it doesn’t take up much physical space.
So I guess my point would be that the impact is the same. If you are emotionally tied to those physical things as a hoarder and you are faced with letting them go, it can be devastating. If you have the same emotional tie to your digital possessions and you are faced with letting them go, is the end result not the same?
Hmmm… something to ponder while I backup my blog. :)
I have never been able to keep up with a blog in any way, shape or form. Here is my attempt at another blogging avenue.
I’m not going to hold my breath. I don’t expect it to last long. Even when I had some sense of direction at what topics I would actually blog about, still no commitment. So lets go the opposite way and not give this one a theme. Just me.
This may just be a temporary place for me to vent/rant. Who knows? If if gives me any sanity, I’ll take it. And with that, like magic… POOF… another blog is in existence.