On one hand, I appreciate the comedic flair of the vignette.
I swear, though, that the lady sounds all-too disturbing when in rapture over killer whales—it gives me a feeling similar to that of when my English teacher-of-whom-I-thought-neutrally, when reading from a book upon Greek Mythology, sat on the desktop of one of the seating provisions when doing so, oblivious to the distracting fact that a good portion of the class (with thanks to her knee-length skirt) was able to see not only London and France, but very nearly the damned aircraft beacons on the Eiffel Tower.
That commercial provides a valuable public service. Bet you hadn’t even thought about establishing which whale is your favorite before you saw it.
My sweetie and I now have clearly established our whale preferences and eliminated the possiblilty of any messy cliff-side misunderstandings.
There *Is * a law in some asian countries banning certain ads during dinner time. Things like tampons are not to be advertised while folks are eating. I can’t remember if it was in Vietnam or another SE Asian country.
Apparrently, the Woo-hoo song is rather old. It was playing on the 50’s channel on my XM radio. Just as annoying then as now.
An ad I’d like to see: the bank home-loan guy up in a bell tower with a sniper rifle maniacally picking off passers by. Every time he nails one he chants, “Lost another one to Ditech!” It would really make the Ditech commercials worth seeing again.
I would just like to know why, when I am sitting around with a group of friends of both sexes, the minute there is a lag in the conversation: Voila! An ad for a feminine hygiene product! All of the guys sit around looking at each other, or the floor, or the ceiling - anywhere other that at the TV or the females. And we’re not teenagers!
In Canada, drug companies were long discouraged from advertising directly to patients although Canadians saw plenty of the US ads. This is changing, and I hate almost all of these ads. I hated the “little purple pill” ads for Nexium that didn’t mention the product name. But I especially dislike the ones that play really upbeat music in the background and show pictures of people dancing around while a calm voice reads all the drug’s horrible side effects. The bon vivants with genital herpes daily suppression therapy, with “Tiny Bubbles” blaring in the background, being told they need to inform their doctor if their immune system is not normal. Women being told that “overactive bladder is a medical condition, it is not a normal sign of aging”, while “Please Mr. Postman” blares in the background (surely “I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)” would have been a better choice?) and pictures of closed bathrooms and long lineups are shown.
In the annoying category, there is an R.E.I. radio commercial that drives me up the wall. It’s hard to describe, but it’s a guy rattling off questions as to why you would need to shop at R.E.I, and in between each question is this annoying “DING!” sound. It’s really rapid-fire, so all I hear is “Do you blah blah blah blah…” “DING!” “Do you blah blah blah blah…” “DING!”“Do you blah blah blah blah…” “DING!” you get the picture.
When I hear the commercial come on I turn down the volume until it’s over or switch to another station.
I think the woo-hoo song is actually Song 2 by Blur. I read somewhee – no cite – that Song 2 has been used in more television commercials than any other song. In the late 1990s, you couldn’t escape it; it served as the background for many X-TREEEEM! products sold at the time such as SUVs and ski resort packages.
Back to annoying … TOUCH STAR-ONE FOR THE SPINNING RIMS! TOUGH STAR-TWO FOR THE PIMP CUP! TOUCH STAR-THREE FOR THE GAT! OR TOUCH STAR-FOUR …
I think the woo-hoo song is actually Song 2 by Blur. I read somewhee – no cite – that Song 2 has been used in more television commercials than any other song. In the late 1990s, you couldn’t escape it; it served as the background for many X-TREEEEM! products sold at the time such as SUVs and ski resort packages.
Back to annoying … TOUCH STAR-ONE FOR THE SPINNING RIMS! TOUCH STAR-TWO FOR THE PIMP CUP! TOUCH STAR-THREE FOR THE GAT! OR TOUCH STAR-FOUR …
Well, the song was definately the same one that you hear on the insurance commercial and the “cars playing ball” commercial. It was also definately being played on pre-electric instruments and the recording sounded old as well. Like old vinyl recordings. The radio listed the title as “Woo Hoo.” They named the group as well but I can’t remember that. And it was definately on the 50’s channel which doesn’t play commercial anyway. So the preponderance of evidence is that my original assertion is correct. Blur may have made a cover of it, but didn’t write it.
That Blur Woo-hoo song and the other Woo-hoo song are two different songs that both happen to have a lot of woo-hoo-ing in them. The Blur song was inescapable a few years ago, but you don’t hear it much now.
See, I’m wondering whether it might not be the Blur song, because one of my least favorite commercials is for Garnier Fructis products. It features women with angry frizzy hair and a piano riff that repeats over and over like a hyperactive hamster with a sledgehammer in my brain.
Then again, the sound in that song is more of a “woo-woo” than a “woo-hoo.”
Sadly, I recognize that tune; it’s by the Transplants.
Can we please please ditch the record scratch that indicates that somebody’s suddenly confused? “Think you can’t afford your mortgage? Think again! skkkkrrrrrtcccccchhhh” “Good news, kids! Your father and I are quitting our jobs and joining a hippie commune! skkrrrrccccchh”
I absolutely hate that smug bitch in the Levitra ads. I really don’t care that her “man takes Levitra.” There’s about 16 different boner drugs on the market, and I’m sorry that folks need to take them, but I really just don’t need to know how some cow’s life has been improved by her man taking Levitra just so he can cornhole her. He needs to swallow a handful of the pills and then use his raging hard on to stuff in her mouth so that she’ll shut up. It doesn’t help matters that I can hear her lips stick to her teeth when she talks.
Yes, it’s Vonage, and no, it’s not Blur’s Song 2. It’s more of a yodel-type woohooing, with some slightly distorted bass and a twelve-bar pattern. I remember all this because every time I hear the opening walkup I scramble like mad for the MUTE button.