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February 16, 2005
Numa Numa Update
Good grief. The kid is from Saddle Brook.
A chubby New Jersey teen has become the hottest sensation on the Internet with an amateur video of himself singing and dancing to a Romanian pop song.
If you liked Dragostea Din Tei, you'll enjoy Despre Tine as well.
I find them guilty pleasures. Having the words in Romanian means that I don't need to worry about what they are - and O-Zone knows that. In a way, they're channeling ABBA, who used basic English hooks in their pop, but O-Zone just uses syllables (nu ma iei or la la lei)
Despre Tine is their faux disco number. Funny to watch the affection of that age group for the seventies. I suffered through adolescence during it; it was pretty grim. I'm now old enough to step outside the two decade nostalgia cycle and view other's nostalgia through the prism of the experience. What did my parents think of the fifties craze of the seventies? The cycle seems to be getting shorter the more mass media we have; I think we're getting ready for a nineties craze already.
[Added 2-17] One other observation, to be filed under "generation gap". Having now looked at a few of the lyrics in Romanian, if there's a "moon/June/balloon" school of lyric writing in Bucharest or Chisinau, these guys went there. There are a few running similarities among all the songs that are amusing. The littlest Moldovan, Radu, always sings lyrics that are a variation of "I know you don't love me because you never contact me, but know that I always loved you/never wanted anything from you/did not steal your panties from your dresser drawer." OK, he didn't sing the last one. But that must be a Boy Band topoi; rejection and protestation. All of which, I suppose, is another way of saying I Love You. And by what method do you never contact Radu, O Fair Object of Desire? Text messaging or SMS. If he's attracted to women (or men) over 35, it could simply be that we don't know how to respond to text messages. Whenever I get them, I panic.
Posted by Leigh Witchel at February 16, 2005 12:42 PM
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