I can’t say most eighteen-year-olds spend their freshman year taping horrible jingles for car dealerships.
Given, a few “barbershop” nerds probably do. And who knows, they may make a little pizza money. But those are the musician-y types who actually try to sing well. I dropped out of piano lessons, at least, three times. And singing? Well, you be the judge.
Inspired, I’m sure, by those brash in-your-face car commercials, I spent one Friday evening making a commercial for the fictional “Sad Brothers Ford.” I think it’s a mental cross between the Sleaze Brothers in the 1985 children’s film “Follow that Bird,” and any old dealership that uses the word “Brothers” in its name.
So what was I thinking?
Clearly my voiceover skills weren’t the greatest. But my under-developed 18-year-old brain found some real humor in the idea that a truck would be “sad priced” for $60,000 over MSRP. Or that a dealer would brag about offering free oil changes for only one month. Or, the joke that left me in stitches a decade ago, that the oil change would involve taking a power drill to the oil pan to drain the oil.
Hilarious, right? :-/
It’s amazing how less funny jokes become as I face them in the clear light of age. Perhaps it’s the time and effort I put into it, but I at least still find it amusing.