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Where
You At? Every once
in a while you come across a commercial that makes you do that silly
little double-take thing you do and say, huh? What the fuck was
that? Not very often, but sometimes. Well, the last two times
it happened to me, the spots were both from the same advertiser.
Boost Mobile. This past Christmas season I had a what the__
as the result of "Mack Daddy Santa," the black
pimped-out Santa talking on the cell phone to his elfin 'ho who
appears to be freezing her tiny buns off on the stroll while waiting
for the bermuda shorts wearing Pimp Santa to come pick her short
sorry ass up off the corner in his sleigh ride .I saw it two times
before I came to realize that there was a little kid in the spot
who was completely dumbfounded by this urban nightmare standing
in his living room.
Last
Tuesday, my what the fuck was a Boost Mobile spot called
"Anthem" which featured a slam-bam-shakey cam mis-mash
of hype-hop images smash cut to a track by Kanye West, Ludacris,
and The Game. At first I thought it was a little too authentic
with set trippin' crip signin' and over-posturing homeboyz. But
damn it was relentless and it cut through the clutter like a straight-razor
through belly flesh. I took a closer look at the spot over at
boostmobil.com and that's when I realized that there was
some method to the madness. A studio in Compton and a studio
in Chicago trading beats over the phone lines. The gangsta bling-bling
was just filler for the phone swap rhythm session. All and all,
pretty cool concept. Some time back, Boost Mobile Director of Marketing
Mark Fewell was named BrandWeek's "Next Generation
Marketer of the Year." Based upon the work I've seen from
the brand ( let's not forget those shit talking grannies
in their stretch SUV, ) he damn sure deserved it.
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What's
Mine Is Mine.Sometimes
people will ask how far people on Madison Avenue will go
to steal your ideas? I tell them that Madison Avenue is
no different from Hollywood. People don't steal movies
in Hollywood. They steal SCENES from Movies in Hollywood.
People on Madison Avenue don't steal Ideas. They steal CREDIT
for Ideas. Two weeks ago at an agency that belongs to one
of the big holding companies, a disgruntled Associate Creative
Director told me that he and his partner, (Think wild Borneo
Man in Brioni for the partner.) got got. These two guys and
their group of six writers and art directors and two freelancers,
had pulled a two week stint of all nighters. Wall to wall.
Back to back. Their concept, for a new Internet Service
Provider was break the bank fantastic. Even the night
maintenance crew was blown back by the boards. They left PostIt
Notes. "Magnifico, cabron!" Eight commercials, four print
ads, ten billboards and a jawjacked video game promo device.
Ten times Awwwesome.
The
client meeting had been set for 4pm in Pittsburgh.
The two ACD's stayed in town the night before to be rested
up for their mid-morning flight. Rested up means going down
to the Hotel Bar to get slashed before pass-out. 22 minutes
into their third round, the two creatives see three Account
Guys from their agency boarding the Airline Shuttle Bus to
NWK. The bus that would connect them to the last flight out
for Pittsburgh later that night. Guys on Madison Avenue
know flight skeds like Studio Guys know Box Office grosses
by title. They laughed at the eager beavers and hoisted
a glass to them. They laughed until the Borneo in Brioni noticed
that one of the Account Guys was carrying the hand made
bright yellow foam core box built for the aforementioned
jawjacked video game. Both of them report giving each other
that look...You know the look.
They
both remember saying "Nooooo they did-ent???"
They both remember sprinting back to their agency to find
their Big Idea had left without them. That's when things
became fuzzy. It is known that chairs were thrown. It is suspected
that one...possibly two, made it out of the 32nd floor window.
The once sealed-glass 32nd floor window. In any case, significant
damage was done, followed by a long period of silence.
Followed by discussion of a suitable retribution strategy.
It
may seem lengthy but the entire sequence would have had to
take less than 12 minutes from Hotel revolving door to the
actual dialing of 911. The report of Serrin Gas being smuggled
into Pittsburgh from the last flight out of NWK in two presentation
portfolios and a yellow foam core box. The knowledge that
the containment protocol for Serrin Gas devices is to emerse
the container and its entire contents in water for up to 45
minutes.
The
suspicion that every member of the account team would undoubtedly
spend the night in custody until they could be vouched
for...by their boss...or worse...their client. These were
not the primary goals of the two bush-whacked creatives. Borneo
Man was after all, Sicilian. His point was painfully simple.
"Il Respecto."
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The
Perception of Perception.If
I get too deep here, just bounce off and come back and check this
out when your brain is driving.
What does that sentence tell you about me? I'm arrogant, a tad condescending,
certainly in love with the sound of my own voice ( studio readers'
comment on verbose screenplay description passages) and obviously,
I'm out to grab your attention. Is this a compelling picture?
Does it make you want to read further? Are you engaged? If
you're still reading at this point the answer to all of these questions
is a resounding "yes!" If you bounced off at the end of the
first sentence, "way cool." I'm not writing this for you 1,208
assholes. I'm writing this for the 62 of you that are still with
me. That's what Perception is all about. Making yourself
( or your product, or your service, or your screenplay) compelling
to the people you want it to be compelling to. That's not everybody.
You
62 readers are more interesting to me then those slackers that bailed
on us. We have more in
common then I do with those other 1,208 losers. We connect. They
can step the fuck off. This column is about us. You and me,
cuz. Our values. The shit we like to crack on. I'm narrowing the
focus.
Transitioning
from broad interests to methods of common communication. Language
patterns. From general to specific. So what if I lost 6 back
there at "step the fuck off." I wanted the posers gone.
Now
it's just me and the 56 of you. This is the Dark Scientific
Art of Persuasion by Perception Management. Now you should
know, that I can do exactly what I just did with you, with 233 other
Perceptor Profiles. Walk their walk, talk their talk, dance their
dance.
And
once we meet on the plane of Mutual Value Perception, I can take
them anywhere my Client wishes them to be taken and their peers
along with them. And I can take their money every step of the way.
As long as each of those expenditures lies within the enviroment
of their specific Value Perception Matrix.
But
I like you guys. I'll let you keep your ducats. For now. Subtle
shifts and changes in language, imagery, cultural icons, reference
points, are at play in the Perceptual Landscape. That is because
Perception Is Reality to today's information drenched consumer.
They emerse themselves in product information before committing
to purchase. To become a successful consideration on the consumers
"Journey to Judgment," you need to be on the train with the
consumer, not on the platform with his purchase considerations.
Product
perception determines product positioning in the consumer's Perpetual
Landscape. Are you a cold call, or do you have the customer's ear?
The objective of Value Perception Management is to migrate the
product from the platform to a spot in his or her mind as a benchmark
product, by any means possible. Value Perception Management
is platform agnostic. It's not about the media buy. It's about the
music you buy. Persuasion in stealth mode. This is the game we play
up in here, cuz. If you wit it. Bring it.
The
Greatest Commercial of All Time. If
I had a dollar for every time that somebody said to me, "You
work on Madison Avenue. In your opinion, what is the Greatest Commercial
of All Time? I could take at least three of my 56 Readers to
lunch at Bossa Nova.
The Greatest Commercial of All Time. Don't you love the sound
of it? Important. Heroic. "Did you happen to catch The Greatest
Commercial of All Time on Joe Schmo last night? "Aww geeee. Is that
what came on when I was taking a dump during the third spot pod?"
Of course the subject begs the question, "Exactly what do you think
was the Greatest Commercial of All Time?" To wit, I believe the
answer from most Americans would be, "Who gives a shit?"
But
we're not concerned with the thoughts of Most Americans, unless
we got something to sell 'em. You 53 Readers. That's who we care
about, sport. And we know you are just dying to know, just what
is the Greatest Commercial of All Time? So here it is.
On
July 1, 1941, commercial broadcasting was finally authorized by
the FCC. NBC begin broadcasting with a 10 second Bulova Watch
commercial. This first commercial, which simply showed the face
of a Bulova watch, gave the network a profit of $7.00 and was unquestionably
The Greatest Commercial of All Time. Now act like you know.
Stay
Tuned.
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