Wednesday, November 30, 2016
The Ticket has turned White Elephant Day into glorified round tables, since every guy is in his accustomed role as host, producer, Tickerman, etc. More bits, that's about the only difference.
Still worth listening to, if only for the bits.
I'm going to try to listen as much as I can, but would rather hear from you.
White Elephant Day is one of the biggest days of the year for visits to this site -- most of them, I suspect, from JV, although with JV now relegated to typical JV tasks, they'll probably check in less to see what people think of them.
In any event, keep your comments thoughtful, please -- you never know who might be watching.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Confessor Fred Garvin, Man About Town, emailed me some thoughts on some themes regular Confessors will find familiar. I know not everyone is anxious to read more about Ticket advertising on this site, and most of these ads have been dissected here before, but I am very thankful, in this season for being thankful, for contributions from readers. And Fred has some interesting takes, not all of which I share, but, hey, that's why they make vanilla and Cherry Garcia.
But I do like the "sci-fi collectibles" line and the Jimmy John's ads featuring Ed.
Okay, okay, I'll try to give advertising commentary a break for awhile, although I may not be able to resist a new post on not-known-as-The-Bulldog Kelly McClure sometime soon.
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I’ve got a few random thoughts on Ticket advertising.
First, do no harm: There are two Ticket sponsors whose advertisements make me want to spend lavishly...on their competitors. First is Meador Dodge Chrysler, etc. (“We simply do it better, at Meador.”) This is the satirical one: Unethical sales guy sticks the customer with exotic, needless up-charges, while the customer complains futilely, sounding vaguely like one of the grown-ups in the Charlie Brown cartoons.
ANNOYING. Not funny. Over-the-top in a way that would make Jim Carrey blush. And played way, way too often.
The second one is Del Frisco’s Double Eagle Steak House. The guy isn’t the problem. Gina Cook is the problem. (Don’t throw shoes. I know that some people like her, but she’s nails on the chalkboard for me.) And the problem is her barely contained giddiness at how funny she thinks she’s being. Each commercial, she’s on the verge of “breaking,” as they say in show biz. Breaking is normally fun for the audience, because we’re laughing, and we get a kick out of watching the talent try not to laugh, too. But it’s less fun when we’re not laughing, and instead are wondering, “Why does Gina think this is so funny?” (Side note: Gina doesn’t have the vocal timbre to say, “Crab claws...yeah!” at 75% of her maximum volume. My recommendation: Let the dude say it, or drop the line altogether.)
Now please don’t get me wrong: I love humor in advertising. I’ve found the Jimmy John’s spots (fast delivery, fast talking) amusing. And there’s the one ad with the line, “Please don’t handle the sci-fi collectibles.” But those ads are smart and know their audience. The Meador and Del Frisco ads are pedestrian and tone-deaf. Revise and resubmit, please.
Bart Reagor, are you okay? We haven’t heard from this guy in a while, and it’s got me wondering if he decided to take a mental health break in the country. ‘Cuz those ads he was doing a while back were getting downright weird. There was this bit: “You like the Internet? Remember when we didn’t have that? Remember when we would just stare at our computer screens and wish the Internet would be invented? And then it got invented, and we all liked it? Do you remember that?” And how about the stuff where he sounds like he’s trying to talk his girlfriend out of dumping him: “I’m one of the best guys you’ll ever meet. Give me a chance. Don’t be a hater...” I sometimes wonder how many of these spots are cut with Bart speaking directly into the mirror.
Learning from your mistakes. Occasionally, I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, thinking about that first Kelly McClure “bulldog” spot. Wow, was that bad. I did the math once, and she said the word “aggressive” 2.4 times per second in that thing. She also invited you to check out her pics online (which of course I did, purely for medicinal purposes, and while she’s lovely, the “hire me b/c I’m hot” pitch is kind of insulting). The whole campaign was in your face like whipped cream at a pie-eating contest. It also reinforced a lot of ugly stereotypes about lawyers.
Thankfully, Ms. McClure has toned things way down. I like the softer Kelly.
All I can say is, well done. Good things happen when you’re not too proud to learn.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Hope it is a safe and happy one for you all and that you can spend it with loved ones other than the ones with stars on their helmets.
While I have liked hearing The Hardline this morning, I could not believe that they replayed "Thanksgiving Loves the White Man," composed and performed some years back by Corby Davidson. I suppose they play it every year, but I've never heard it before. Hitting a woman -- an "Injun 'hore" -- with a rolling pin and a frying pan wasn't funny in the 90's and it's not funny now.
The Ticket lost countless timeless drops in the move to Victory but for some reason this ordure survived.
If The Musers are listening, they must be horrified that their hearty laughter at this bilge -- it was when Corby was on with them in the morning for some reason -- has been preserved for the ages.
CONFIDENTIAL TO JEFF CATLIN: Get this piece of crap out of heavy Thanksgiving rotation.
Other than that -- pretty good little show.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Early reviews on the White Elephant drawing are not enthusiastic.
Interesting that Cat has required that hosts stay hosts, producers stay producers, no participation by weekend JV.
Any organization will inevitably segment itself into castes -- remember high school "cliques"? -- who tend to stick together, excluding those in lesser castes and yearning to be accepted into the greater castes.
The "silo theory" eliminates the possibility that the resulting tension will add any interest to White Elephant day. It might end up being fun, always enjoyable to hear guys who don't hang together too much do a show.
But it will be pretty . . . white.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Sunday, November 6, 2016
On Friday night I was at Klyde Warren Park to watch the simulcast of the Dallas Opera's production of "Moby Dick."
(Capsule review: Resolutely forgettable score, bombastic and sometimes obscure libretto, but a very evocative symphonic orchestration during the non-vocal passages, and great musical and dramatic performances with some charismatic actors (Jay Hunter Morris (Ahab) is from Paris, Texas), and gorgeous and astounding stagecraft that made an impact even half a football field away on screen, worth sitting through the about-45-minutes-too-long opera.)
Jody Dean was serving as a kind of Klyde Warren Park emcee. During the intermission, he and another person whose name I didn't catch were asking what they called "trivia questions" about the first act to (mostly) little kids and a few adults.
One of the adults was a guy named Philip.
He was wearing an old-style Ticket t-shirt.
Jody took note. I don't recall his exact words but they were to the effect that "couldn't you have found a KLUV t-shirt?" OWTTE. I don't recall Philip's response, but he did answer the opera question correctly.
Anyone else see this?
|"Call me Trishmael."|
Friday, November 4, 2016
Can You Believe That, Having Thrashed Cool Metro for Weeks with One Hidden Cost Motors Ad Starring Bob, Meador Dodge Chrysler Jeep Ram Has Ordered Another One of these Abominations?
Confessors, I've been burning the proverbial candle at both of its proverbial ends lately, barely time to do normal adult living stuff, much less compose deathless MTC articles. I hope I'll emerge from this miasma shortly, but until then, get a new thread rolling, will you please? Thanks.