More Numa Numa Action!

Remember when I talked about Numa Numa guy getting his big break on tv? He’s got a name now and it’s Gary Brolsma. (Well, he always had a name, but now we know it!) Following is a CNET article I found about him and my comments following any paragraphs I feel warrant comment.

Internet fame is cruel mistress for video dancer 02/26/05 | 07:24 AM PST Jason George

Here is the cautionary tale of a guy from New Jersey who made the grave mistake of uploading a clip of himself lip-syncing.

I guess this solves my question of how the video ended up on the internet. Personally, I think you have to know that if you upload stuff, people could mess with it. It’s a risk I take whenever I post pictures of myself. Fortunately, I’m usually not doing anything funny enough in the pictures to be worth posting all over the internet.

There was a time when embarrassing talents were a purely private matter. If you could sing “The Star Spangled Banner” in the voice of Daffy Duck, no one but your friends and family would ever have to know. But with the Internet, humiliation–like everything else–has now gone public. Upload a video of yourself playing flute with your nose or dancing in your underwear, and people from Toledo to Turkmenistan can watch. Here, then, is the cautionary tale of Gary Brolsma, 19, amateur videographer and guy from New Jersey, who made the grave mistake of placing on the Internet a brief clip of himself dancing along to a Romanian pop song. Even in the bathroom mirror, Brolsma’s performance could only be described as earnest but painful. His story suggests that the quaint days when cultural trinkets, like celebrity sex tapes, were passed around like novels in Soviet Russia are over. It says a little something of the lightning speed at which fame is made these days.

To begin at the beginning: Brolsma, a pudgy guy from Saddle Brook, made a video of himself this fall performing a lip-synced version of “Dragostea Din Tei,” a Romanian pop tune, which roughly translates to “Love From the Linden Trees.” He not only mouthed the words, he bounced along in what he called the “Numa Numa Dance”–an arm-flailing, eyebrow-cocked performance executed without ever once leaving the chair. In December, the Web site newgrounds.com, a clearinghouse for online videos and animation, placed a link to Brolsma on its home page and, soon, there was a river of attention. “Good Morning America” came calling and he appeared. CNN and VH1 broadcast the clip. Parodists tried their own Numa Numa dances online. By Friday, the Brolsma rendition of “Love From the Linden Trees” had attracted nearly 2 million hits on the original Web site alone.

Again, this is partially his fault from going on these Tv shows, but I don’t see why he is so embarassed. I haven’t heard anyone say look at this dumb guy. People usually say, look at this crazy guy. And that’s a compliment when you’re trying to be funny, at least I think it is.

It was just as Diane Sawyer said on her television program: “Who knows where this will lead?” Nowhere, apparently. For, in Brolsma’s case, the river became a flood. He has now sought refuge from his fame in his family’s small house on a gritty street in Saddle Brook. He has stopped taking phone calls from the news media, including The New York Times. He canceled an appearance on NBC’s “Today.” According to his relatives, he mopes around the house. What’s worse is that no one seems to understand. “I said, ‘Gary this is your one chance to be famous - embrace it,’” said Corey Dzielinski, who has known Brolsma since the fifth grade. Gary Brolsma is not the first guy to rocket out of anonymity on a starship of embarrassment. There was William Hung, the Hong Kong-born “American Idol” reject, who sang and danced so poorly he became a household name. There was Ghyslain Raza, the teenage Quebecois, who taped himself in a mock light-saber duel and is now known as the Star Wars Kid. In July 2003, Raza’s parents went so far as to sue four of his classmates, claiming they had placed the clip of him online without permission. “Ghyslain had to endure and still endures today, harassment and derision,” according to the lawsuit, first reported in The Globe and Mail of Toronto.

Of course the Star Wars Kid is a different case because other people put his stuff on the internet. That’s just mean and a violation of his privacy….even if he did forget to erase his performance off the tape, they needed to have asked his permission to publish it.

Brolsma has no plans to sue, his family said–mainly because he would have to sue himself. In fact, they wish he would bask a little in his celebrity. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” his grandfather, Kalman Telkes, a Hungarian immigrant, said the other day while taking out the trash. The question remains why two million people would want to watch a doughy guy in glasses wave his arms around online to a Romanian pop song. “It definitely has to be something different,” said Tom Fulp, president and Webmaster of newgrounds.com. “It’s really time and place.” “The Numa Numa dance,” he said, sounding impressed. “You see it and you kind of impulsively have to send it to your friends.” “Make a video and become famous” There is no way to pinpoint the fancy of the Internet, but in an effort to gauge Brolsma’s allure, the Numa Numa dance was shown to a classroom of eighth graders at Saddle Brook Middle School–the same middle school that he attended, in fact. The students’ reactions ranged from envious to unimpressed. “That’s stupid,” one of them said. “What else does he do?” a second asked. A third was a bit more generous: “I should make a video and become famous.” The teacher, Susan Sommer, remembered Brolsma. He was a quiet kid, she said, with a good sense of humor and a flair for technology. “Whenever there were computer problems, Gary and Corey would fix them for the school,” she said. His friends say Brolsma has always had a creative side. He used to make satirical Prozac commercials on cassette tapes, for instance. He used to publish a newspaper with print so small you couldn’t read it with the naked eye. “He was always very out there–he’s always been ambitious,” said Frank Gallo, a former classmate. “And he’s a big guy, but he’s never been ashamed.” Another friend, Randal Reiman, said: “I’ve heard a lot of people say it’s not that impressive–it doesn’t have talent. But I say, Who cares?” These days, Brolsma shuttles between the house and his job at Staples, his family said. He is distraught, embarrassed. His grandmother, Margaret Telkes, quoted him as saying, just the other day, “I want this to end.” And yet the work lives on. Fulp, the Webmaster, continues to receive online homages to the Numa Numa dance. The most recent showed what seemed to be a class of computer students singing in Romanian and, in unison, waving their hands. Reiman figures the larger world has finally caught on to Gary Brolsma. “He’s been entertaining us for years,” he said, “so it’s kind of like the rest of the world is realizing that Gary can make you smile.”

There you have it, the story of the Gary Brolsma, the Numa Numa kid.

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