Age

Artistic longevity is a funny subject.

Despite the fact that we have many examples of artists who have remained vibrant beyond the age of retirement we are often surprised at this, as if the ability to express yourself creatively must wane with the passage of time.

The example I find most interesting is that of the Rolling Stones, who are often cited as the best defiers of old age. The fact that they continue to exist in the world of rock and roll seems paradoxical because the genre was a young man’s game for so many years. There were no septuagenarian rockers in the fifties and sixties, leaving us with an ingrained impression that the people who write and perform that music ought to be young. So as the Stones grew older many of the public saw their advancing age as inappropriate for the music. Their generation is the first of the ageing rock musicians, but there’s no reason why they shouldn’t keep going. Obviously they are self-employed, so there’s no one but the public to tell them to jack it in. If they’re enjoying it, their audience is still hungry and they continue to be artistically viable, then why not?

But they’re far from alone. Picasso, Michael Frayn and Lucien Freud are examples of people who have been at the top of their game long after supposed retirement age. In popular music alone we’ve just had great new albums from Bob Dylan and Neil Young that have compared favourably with their very best work.

So if we can accept that, why is advertising such an ageist industry?  It exists as a pyramid, full of young people at the bottom with progressively fewer oldies closer the top, and that’s despite the huge amount of purchasing power contained in the grey pound of the baby boomer generation. It is fundamentally neophiliac, with novelty prized above all else and occurring as a matter of course. You have awards that are heavily based on originality, marketing managers who throw out their predecessor’s successful campaign because it reflects badly on them and accounts being put up for statutory pitch so the procurement department can save a few quid: new, new, new. And with so much churn and a financial imperative to pay more younger people less than fewer older people, the industry continues to age like Benjamin Button.

But there’s an odd tacit admission in all this: almost all the people in advertising management are older. They are supposedly the best people in the business, able to judge the work of others and usher the entire agency in the direction required for greater success. So why aren’t more older people kept around to increase the overall level of quality? The answer, of course, is money: with cheap quantity prevailing over expensive quality. But what are we losing because of that? Lots of people leave the industry before they reach middle age, a time where they might be getting to their best, perhaps because they are deemed too expensive. Perhaps they threaten their boss’s job. Perhaps they leave by their own choice, but that has to come down to the fact they find another way of expressing themselves creatively for money to be more attractive. Shouldn’t we make them feel more welcome?

When it comes down to it the bottom line always seems to win, but we may never know how many Dylans, Picassos or Frayns we’re losing.



wwwwwwwwwww!

Brighton’s fantastic Christmas lights (thanks, D and V):

Warmest wishes from adland (thanks, J).

The greatest hip-hop songs of all time (thanks, A).

Procatinator (thanks, S).

CCTV footage of the ferry to Shetland (thanks, D):

Awesome people hanging out together (thanks, A).

Dildo knight destroys opponent (thanks, J):

110 predictions for the next 110 years (thanks, V).

Illuminated skateboard fun:

Real estate agents (thanks, J).

Dancebox (thanks, S):



Anton CHekhov explains how to be a better copywriter

here.

(Thanks, T).



odd MOney

As a society we have a strange relationship with money. Here are a few examples:

It costs a lot to go to Madame Tussauds but it’s free to go to the National Gallery. Pay £20 (or whatever) to see some crappy tat or pay nothing to see some of the greatest art in the history of the world. And yet the National Gallery is never so packed that you can’t get in and have some decent space to check out a Turner or two. But then there might be a temporary exhibition that contains works from the somewhat unloved permanent collection and you won’t be able to get a ticket for love nor money. 300 days of the year no one’s interested in the picture; add some hype and it’s bedlam.

Related to that is the oddness of the cinema. Movies cost the same no matter how expensive they are to produce – £13 for Amour is the same as £13 for Rise of the Guardians. But never mind how much it cost to produce; movies also cost the same no matter how good or bad they are. I know there’s no ultimate empirical measure of cinematic quality, but it’ll cost you the same to see Taken 2 as it will to see The Master. What if a movie became more expenisive depending on its rating on Rotten Tomatoes? And what about 3-D? Why is that the one production expense we have to pay more for (usually in shit films)? Then there’s having to watch ads before the movie. On Youtube you are able to click ads off after five seconds and that site is free. In the cinema you pay up to £20 a ticket to sit through something you’d switch off at home, or pay money to avoid on Spotify or Kindle. So it’s widely accepted that people will pay to avoid ads, but you can’t do it at the cinema. They don’t even have an exact timetable so you can come in when the ads are over (ads: 3.20. Trailers: 3.35. Movie: 3.45). Why not? Don’t they want to get more people into the cinema instead of pissing them off? Or is it part of the deal with the advertisers that timings are kept vague?

A similar situation happens with books. Many of the greatest books in history are available almost for free, but the latest Jeffrey Archer might cost £20 in hardback. Here is something that is universally agreed to be ‘better’ that will cost you nothing, and here’s a load of crap that will set you back £20. Which you would you prefer? ‘Oooh, could I please have the expensive crap?’

The poorer people are, the higher the proportion of their salary they give to charity. Do people become richer because they’re tighter? Possibly, but I think the reason behind this is that if you earn £100k then the idea of giving £5000 to charity isn’t that appealing. But if you earn 20k you’ll be more likely to give away closer to £1000.

And what about airlines? The Easyjets and Ryanairs are much cheaper if you book early, but surely the tickets sold at the end of the booking period are the ones they really need to get rid of. If they’re left with a planeload of people who all paid £10 then surely that’s bad business. What it comes down to is a subtle tax on our lack of organisation. Or, to put it another way, a kind of reward for being organised. How odd that airlines reward us for thinking ahead.

The sites people use the most these days, such as Facebook and Youtube, are basically free (leaving aside their crappy attempts to slip ads in and monetise the experience), but we resent the hell out of any attempt to change them in a way that inconveniences us for the generation of cash. But it must cost many millions to run Twitter etc., and they give a great deal of pleasure, so why are we against paying a little to make them happen? I think it’s because they started for free (as they have to in order to get the early punters in), and when that changes people are not happy about it. I guess the Times’s move from free to paid for is an example of what can happen there: some money comes in but people desert the experience in droves (‘I have to  pay for high-quality journalism? Like I’ve done for years and years in the past? Fuck that.’). And then there’s always the good old BBC, which some of us pay a sort of tax on each year, allowing people from around the world to use it for free. And of course that’s always going to provide some pretty stiff competition to any of the newspapers that actually want to make some cash.

So why do we pay for some greater elements of quality and quantity and resent others? What seems worth the cash and what doesn’t? It must be very difficult to price anything that isn’t a solid thing to be owned. All the above are abstract experiences that bring some sort of pleasure or stimulation, and that’s totally subjective and therefore pretty darn hard to put a price on.



Fuck the week! It’s the weekend!

Excellent police motorcyclist (thanks, S):

The bad Santa gallery (thanks, T).

Man raps to Chris Brown’s ‘Look At Me Now’ in Family Guy voices (thanks, S):

Crazy Russian drivers (thanks, R):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXz4P6EpX3s

Game of Thrones as Seinfeld (thanks, S):

There was a Frankie Goes To Hollywood video game on the Spectrum (thanks, T):

Amazing Christmas lights set to Gangnam Style (thanks, S):

People having a worse day than you (thanks, B).

Best receipts.

25 best Dr Dre beats (thanks, A).

Pictures of hipsters taking pictures of food (thanks, W).

Shit London.

100 masters of animation:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiA3C5JCnsQ&feature=player_embedded

White Christmas, Gangnam Style:

http://vimeo.com/54526179#

If Gand Theft Auto starred a horse (thanks, T):



New Harvey Nix ad

Fun to watch.

A good truth about laydeez and parties and all that.

Well shot.

I like it.

Nice one.

(Interest declared: I know Rob and Mike, who are the very talented creatives behind it.)



Stopgap ad to fill the gap between yesterday and tomorrow

New Canal+ ad.

S’alright, innit?



Lean Mean Fighting Machine have had the best ever idea for a Christmas party

Casinoel.

I just wish they really had the balls to go for it and pick a number instead of a colour. A Christmas party budget of £350k would allow them to have a proper party (i.e.: swimming in Cristal serenaded by Tanita Tikaram).



Great is the enemy of good.

I just finished watching the first season of Boardwalk Empire. So much of it was extremely impressive: the sets and costumes, the direction of the pilot by Scorsese, the… um… the… er…

I’m not for a minute saying that BE is crap – far from it – but it’s not great either: the characters are a bit vague and not particularly exciting; there’s no real thrill when supervillain Ace Rothstein appears, or indeed when the bloke who played Omar in The Wire shows up; the plotting is fine, but not that compelling; situations (the gunman with half a face) deliver far less than they promise; the dynamics tend to go round in pointless circles (the Al Capone plotline, for example); and worst of all, Steve Buscemi is miscast as Nucky. He’s not intimidating or at all credible as the person who runs bootleg-era Atlantic City in the face of gangsters and the law. Oh, and Kelly MacDonald is a bloody awful actor, and her plotline is pretty boring.

Oh, I think I just made it sound crap. I really don’t mean that, I just mean that it’s not good enough to be considered great. We’ve been very fortunate in the last ten years to have been fed a mouthwatering diet of televisual perfection in shows like The Wire, The Sopranos and Game of Thrones. That means that anything that falls short of that standard does so under the glaring spotlight of what is now possible in the medium of the TV serial, especially when it comes laden with the hype, budget, cast and ambition of Boardwalk Empire.

We now expect plotlines to intertwine with graceful, invisible ease. We want all characters to be complex, well-rounded and brilliantly portrayed. We notice when ten or twenty hours of drama is not conveyed with absolute consistency. In short, we have our antennae set for great and when anything falls short, it’s a disappointment, even if it’s actually pretty good.

That might be unfair, but it’s only a version of what happens in many areas of life. In the 70s, British people were happy with the prawn cocktail, steak and chips and black forest gateau of a Bernie Inn. Now if your soup hasn’t been passed through fractional distillation then the chef isn’t really trying. The standard is high and those who only meet the greatness of a couple of decades ago are dismissed as not up to scratch. In the 80s newspapers were grim, black-and-white affairs with a couple of pages of sport and maybe 25 pages overall. Nowadays they’re all-singing, all-dancing colourful daily digests of absolutely everything of note that has happened in the world, complete with online and ipad versions that link to clips and appear by magic on your at your bedside during the night. Animation used to be super impressive if it featured any degree of 3-D (remember the delight at this shot from 1992?). Now if you can’t see every hair on a dog move in a gust of wind or each glint of light catching on a dandelion spore you’re a halfwitted hack who needs to go back to marker pen school.

So does quality only exist in the context of other things or is there an ultimate standard of anything that we can look to? If there had been no Dickens, Shakespeare or anyone good, would we revere the work of Jeffrey Archer? Would the absence of The Beatles elevate Steps? Would my son’s finger paintings look better without the context of Michelangelo?

That’s it, isn’t it? Really bloody great stuff just ruins it for the merely good. No matter how fantastic you are, if there’s someone a bit better you’re suddenly worse, without your work changing at all.

I guess we’ll all just have to be brilliant. But, unfortunately, when everyone’s brilliant, no one is.

Damn.



Odd borrowings

I had the enormous privilege of watching this ad the other day:

Unfortunately, it didn’t make me want to shop at Littlewoods, but it did make me wonder why that big national chain that sells lots of different homeware and clothes has used the very well known face of another big national chain that sells lots of different homeware and clothes.

(This one’s from waaaaay back in 2012):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAtCD1k5DFw

So I think that’s a bit odd or lazy. When people see Myleene Klass, who has advertised M&S for several years, I’d have thought many of them just think ‘M&S’ and go back to doing what they were doing before the ad came on, which must be a bit of an own goal for Littlewoods. They have surely paid many thousands of pounds to have Ms Klass’s melted-shoe face adorning their generic Christmas messaging, so why spunk so many of those notes up the wall?

Even odder, though: when I Tweeted this oddness, someone sent me this link to show that Asda is now using Sainsbury’s famous old endline, Good food costs less at Sainsbury’s/Asda. Obviously, both are among the most prominent grocers in the country, so that’s quite similar territory, isn’t it?

Then again, Sainsbury’s haven’t used the line for at least ten years, but it was invented by Lord James Sainsbury in 1959, and it was declared retailing’s ‘best-known advertising and marketing slogan’.

But what I don’t understand is that there must be at least ten other bints who could do Myleene’s job without difficulty, just as there must be millions of other combinations of words that express the high quality and low price of food.

So why use the very famous property associated with one of your biggest rivals?