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Greg A. Bruns July 2002 ~ Radio Blah Blah |
MEMO Have any of you ever been driving around with the radio on (tuned to our station, of course), working your way through the daily grind, and while you’re sitting there, aging during a lull in traffic, you feel that something – not quite sure what it is – is really pissing you off? You might actually get to a point where you look haphazardly around your environment to try and detect the source of the irritant, which is controlling you emotionally like someone jabbing you with a chopstick. Then your brain snaps you back to “now” and you realize that an obnoxious radio commercial, from the very station that gives you a paycheck, is pounding you into this state of malaise. It would appear that most of you have forgotten the initial ad-spot directives outlined in your employee handbooks as quickly as a 4th grader on summer break purges his multiplication tables, so it’s time for a re-cap. Print this memo, take it home, and read it aloud to your dog if need be, but whatever it is y’all need to do, make sure this is concrete by tomorrow morning. There are three basic ad concepts in radio that have been completely
plundered, and need to disappear: Two side-points on the Banter Method: 2. The Voice-Over. Frequently delivered by the owner of some local merchant outfit, this commercial is supposed to deliver truth and solidity because we’re broadcasting the “word” from the proprietor’s mouth. Some might say it sounds cheap and scripted, but no one really despises a good old-fashioned American shop owner who touts his family business while John Philip Sousa tunes warble in the background. Except me, of course. This gig is trite and over-done. 3. The Shoutcast. Hysterical, chaotic screaming from
some “shout person” is the modus operandi here. Pretending
to do the “live remote” from a car dealership, while howling
about the amazing deals, forces people to do one thing: roll the dial
on to someone who isn’t filling the airwaves with pointless noise.
Some of the zealous reps have expanded this method and gone as far as
dubbing the Helicopter sound bite to make it appear as if we have a shout
person in the air, covering the wild savings going on at XYZ car lot ,
but no one really believes that KADS owns a Bell Jet Helicopter, and therefore,
we’re not going to reap any more revenue out of the deal, no matter
who you try to fool. Listener surveys tell me that the Shouting Helicopter
Delivery sounds more like a frantic pre-ditch radio transmission from
a Blackhawk going down in Mogadishu than a commercial. Let’s put
the Helicopter sound bite in the deep, dark basement with Restaurant and
Sports Event. When the hammer comes down, I bet those of us who purchased “B-52’s” albums will be scrutinized more than those who didn’t; you know, as far as the getting into Heaven/Promised Land part. I think the souls up there are voting against any kind of noise like that again. |
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