“I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner
That is what I truly wish to be
cause if i were a Oscar Mayer Weiner
everyone would be in love
oh everyone would be in love
everyone would be in love with me.”
Advertising doesn’t work. I mean if it really worked we would purchase athletic shoes that would cost more than $20, we would drink carbonated beverages instead of water, and why in the world would we need new clothes when the old one are just fine?
I have been in advertising for my entire career. I majored in it while in college, and fell in love with it my first day I entered journalism school. Probably the number one reason I went for advertising was because I was not a good writer. I know it’s a shocker, but ask my freshman
english teacher who gave me my first “F,” and she’ll confirm, I sucked. Fortunately I transferred to another university and the grade was left behind.
When I began learning about advertising, I knew I wanted to make advertisements and write jingles. Yes, I wanted to be one of those creatives who could bring a detergent, toilet paper or potato chip to life with a song; I soon learned, so did everyone else who was in advertising. I used to watch TV and listen to the commercials—-this was before DVR—so I never knew when they were coming on and would be glued to the tube when they did. Some of my favorites were for Pepsi, Band-Aid, and McDonald’s; they were so well written and catchy, I would dream of what it would be like to be behind their creation. I felt the same way about about magazine advertisements—-but creating them would not be, I got into media sales.
When I moved to Chicago, I was in awe of being in the same city where some of the greatest advertisements were created—-the Marlboro Man, Poppin’ Fresh, Ronald McDonald, Tony the Tiger and more all had a residence in the city at major ad agencies near or on Michigan Avenue.
Over the years I would have meetings with the clients who “owned” the characters and/or knew the individuals who created them. I remember one time when I was at Maytag, the client was telling me about the Maytag Repair Man; during one meeting, he brought in the hat Jesse White wore in commercials. I know this is going to sound dumb, but I thought I had died and gone to heaven. (I am still alive, but it was cool.)
I look back on these times and can say with all honesty…those were the days. Now with all of the options for commercials, things are not the same. I miss the days of TV, radio and magazines…they were our only options and now we have so many more that in many ways we’re on overload. Fortunately I have YouTube to relive the good ol’ days once more…it figures, I have to use new technology to see the old stuff.
The photo above was taken at The National Museum of American History in Washington D.C.; in this same location are Dorthy’s Ruby Red Slippers, Mr. Roger’s cardigan sweater, and the Star-Spangled Banner flag; just around the corners you’ll find Mr. Peanut, The California Raisin’s and Nipper “the RCA" dog…you know, on second thought, maybe advertising does work!
Thanks for stopping by.
Guess who? I took Friday off and just read three your three days of posting, Fri-Sun. You know what I like about reading these? It's your recollections of being a kid or teen. When you were 15 I was gone. Actually, starting when you were 12 I was pretty much gone. It's fun to see what you were up to and what you enjoyed during that time. I'll be paying closer attention to my calendar prompts this week. Keep writing!
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