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Monday, May 9, 2011

Driving in LA

Traffic, traffic, traffic. It gives you a lot of time to think, rant and reflect.

Is this the price we pay for good weather?  Do we have to be depressed every quarter mile? Hello Mayor Villaraigosa…I can’t go for any stretch of a drive without seeing graffiti, barbed wire, trash, a hobo or a sign that says “hey, if you’re going to flush your kid away, drop him off at the fire house.” If Lucy saw all this when she hit town in 1955, she would have bugged Ricky to leave as soon as Bill Holden’s kiss dried up.

Speaking of gloomy, what’s the most depressing fast food restaurant there is? Is it H. Salt Fish and Chips? There is no franchise with less curb appeal than H.Salt. That old time look with crisscross lattice on the windows and newspaper/wallpaper inside. All of them need a facelift. Worse are when restaurants meet their demise and the clearly franchised architecture becomes something else. Nothing drags you down like seeing the Taco Bell mission or that weird blue crowned IHOP roof or a giant Der Wienerschnitzel dog house as a chiropractor or some 97 Cents store. It all leaves you wondering what they did with the bell in the hole of the marquee.

But we all know what spelled their downfall. It’s the evil food executives. Imagine them sitting around asking “how can we make people fatter?” Can you see the brainstorming meeting? Around the room they go:

Exec #1: Don’t look at me. I came up with the deep fried Oreo deluxe pancakes. Remember that?

Exec #2: Oh yeah, you got a nice bonus that year. You’ve been riding that success for 24 months. Time for something new.

Exec #1: How about we take a taco and put a burrito around it with a thick layer of cheese in between the two and we deep fry it in some supposedly non-trans fat oil?

Exec #2: Now you’re talking.

And what’s the deal with Coke vs. Pepsi. Can’t we find a common ground? Why can’t we have a choice? You go into a restaurant and I get a Stella, you can get a Bud Light and she can get a Guinness. But goodness gracious sakes alive if you want a specific cola. How many times have you been out and you order a Coke and they ask, “is Pepsi alright?” You know what? It’s rarely ok. Why can’t they pour Pepsi and Coke? Let the managers figure it out. They have enough spickets at the fountain and everything else under the sun. Get rid of the Poweraid or one of the Fanta flavors. Give us a choice between Coke or Pepsi and let the best cola win, like old time hockey, let’s settle this over ice.

I was out with a colleague recently and I, uh, dislike Pepsi – unless they are offering me a plum marketing gig – and they served me a Pepsi after I ordered a Coke. Ugh, I could taste it. There’s a firm rule in the Media Guy’s household: no Pepsi shall pass my palette. I literally spit it out…right in my colleague’s face.

Him: “WHAT HAPPENED”

Me: “This isn’t Coke!”

Him: “What? You couldn’t swallow it?!”

Me: “Not on your life. Call a doctor!”

As I’ve said before, I know nothing about music, but these Timeless Tunes have to go. The Playlist from hell has Eurythmics’ Sweet Dreams (those two dudes bother me still), Joan Jett’s I Love Rock and Roll (three chords of death) and Tears for Fears’ Shout (this is the song I can do without). Enough already.

My final tip of the day goes something like this…Every job has something that requires a little work. I don’t care if you are a roller coaster tester or a cookie taster for Mrs. Field’s, there is always something that’s a little nuts and bolts. A grind if you will where there’s some clerical junk where you have to be specific and take good notes or craft a great communiqué. I find that people who are attracted to creative professions, i.e., the “Creatives”, don’t really like the nuts and bolts part. They like the fun parts. Graphic designers always like to ignore the fine points of copy; butchered headlines like this:

No lattes fees
This bank may have wonderful free coffee, but I’m watching out for the late fees

In a prefect world, you are always professional.
Nobody's 'prefect', I guess.

Don't Pay To Much
Even ads for mobile homes deserve to be right.

You know what I say when I see this? I say, “stop seeing things through the prism of your creative eye and ignoring the details that are lined up for you. I want your creative meshed with my creative to deliver brilliance. Don’t you?”

Pay attention to details people and teach your kids to do the same.

Geez. I’ve only gone eight miles in 35 minutes.


NEXT TIME: I’ll tell you the story how a good friend convinced me that actress Connie Sellecca was in love with me after a red carpet event in 1990.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Stories You May Have Missed


Greetings from Easter Island. Yes dyed eggs and peeps. All of the week's big stories are here:

Geez, $14,000 on superhero capes sounds perfectly acceptable to me.

Bob Eubanks is sad: No whoopie in outer space.

"I was wondering what happened to his RSVP!" - Mr. Bean confirms attendance.

If they add Marvel to Disneyland, I'm going to move there permanently.

Yeah. Two shows were just about right.

Where's Walt Neubrand when you need him?

Coup at Dodger Stadium!

Monday, April 18, 2011

Chewing Gum at the Office


Just another day at the office.
The call from my side went something like this:

“Montana, huh?”

“You want to test your new product into Montana?”

“But, why?”

Twenty minutes later I took my directive and charted a marketing solution. But first it was time to speak with the natives. Or near natives.

I have a friend who decided it would be a good idea to save the world in Montana. That’s a wonderful concept, with the exception that I can’t possibly imagine living that far from the entertainment capital of the world. I mean to me living in Montana is like living in Edmonton. Even there they have a hockey team with five Stanley Cups. Buying media in Montana must be the same as buying media in Stockton, only easier.

So yesterday, I interviewed her to see what it’s like living in Montana. After all, how am I going to decide how to market this new chewing gum into our 44th most populous state?

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Media Guy: So before living in Montana, what was it like living in L.A.?

Montana Friend: Living is L.A. is the equivalent of selling your soul for a patch of good weather, movie stars, gridlock traffic and superficial tans. Best of all, it can be taped live before a studio audience.

MG: What about living in Montana?

MF: Living in Montana is a lot like being duct-taped inside a storage container with a bunch of honey badgers. It's dangerous and it’s probably going to be fatal no matter what.

MG: How can you tell the difference between dangerous mountain-people and not-as-dangerous mountain-people?

MF: At first everyone will seem like crazed-looking individuals who reek of meat-sweat and failure. Some of them will be dangerous and some will merely be your fellow Safeway patrons. After a while they will all be your friends.

MG: I hear garage sales are huge there.

MF: Beware of garage sales! They are actually traps.

MG: Traps for what?

MF: You start your morning with visions of finding those used albums in near mint condition or even a funky wooden radio from 1961. You go from telephone pole to telephone pole, guided only by those stenciled GARAGE SALE signs and then you arrive to junk heaven. Once you’re there and search the neatly organized merchandise, a delightful old lady named Gertrude will approach you. She'll say "I have the best stuff inside.” When you bite, she’ll spring the trap. "So...have you enrolled in a fellowship
yet?" Then you’re toast. One hour to wiggle out of the Baptist Fellowship trap. Save your soul, indeed.

MG: It must be easier to drive in Montana than L.A.

MF: Au contraire. If you feel the need to leave the relative safety of your home and get behind the wheel, be prepared. You’ve just entered Grand Theft Auto on chaos mode. What’s worse is how exasperated you become because no one will notice that they nearly killed you. Instead they give you that "what the f**k are you doing on MY side of the road?" look.

MG: What about the bears? Have you honed your bear-fighting skills?

MF: You will be attacked by a bear at some point in your life here. These beasts remind you of Yogi Bear without the hat and tie. Don’t be fooled! They are ferocious killing-machines that are not controlled in any way. Your best bet to live is to find a rock that is blunt on one end for bludgeoning and sharp on the other for stabbing. You should definitely watch The Edge with Anthony Hopkins and Alec Baldwin because if the thought of beating/stabbing a monster that slightly resembles a Hanna-Barbara cartoon made you feel any emotion other than battle-rage, you will not survive. You know what? Nevermind. Bears always win, except if they are in a Hollywood movie.

MG: So why don’t you move back to L.A.?

MF: Because I love it here.

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So believe or not, this cynical, but loving view of Montana gave me exactly what I needed: a pure, unadulterated view of a misunderstood state. And the perfect genesis of marketing genius.

Thank you Miss Montana!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

MGS Cusine: Vanilla Cloud Cosmos

Drink of the Month. Enjoy!



3 oz Absolut Vanilla Vodka
1 oz Contreau
2 oz Cranberry Juice
Fresh squeezed lime
Shake well with ice in cocktail shaker, strain and pour.
Garnish with fresh lime.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Advertising: Edgy or Over the Line?


Spirit Airlines had quite a 2010. Holding 200 passengers on a New York tarmac for hours and refusing to give water or bathroom breaks. Charging $45 for a carry-on bag. Stranding 16,000 passengers with a seemingly impromptu strike. Now the low-cost airline is making a new name for themselves: Frat Boy Advertising.

Edgy and crude, their copywriters are pushing the envelope towards adolescent and chauvinistic. Two online ads caught my attention.

1) Notice the headline:

Many Unbelievably Fantastic Fares to Diving destinations.

2) How about this one?:

Many Islands Low Fares

Oral sex and sexy moms. There's no wonder who their demographic is on this campaign.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Why isn’t packaging this hot anymore?


I remember going to dad's office - he was Mr. Public Relations once upon a time - and watching the secretaries change the ribbons in the typewriters. (I wonder how many of us actually used a real typewriter in our lifetimes.)

Anyway the best part of them changing the ribbons was they gave me the incredible tins the ribbons came in. I saved a few of these incredibly designed packages. It’s sad that everything now is downloadable or in plastic clamshells and neat designs are extinct.