A la his recording of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, ol’ Bill croons, supposedly, Convoy and another equally insipid tune, wearing a leather jacket, backed by a lounge band, to tout the benefits of on line purchases!!
Who the fuck thought his attempt at singing (or possibly humor)would make me want to visit their site?
What the fuck were Bill’s ‘people’ thinking?
And the idea was so good they just had to do a series of them?!!
God porking a pot pie!! Shoot me (and the responsible ad exec) now.
I had a totally different reaction. I was delighted to see Shatner flexing his golden throat during primetime ad space. I have often thought that priceline.com (It stuck in my mind after that ad - effective!) was an interesting concept, but after seeing the ad I am much more likely to make time to check it out.
Some mornings, it’s just not worth chewing through the leather straps.
– Emo Phillips
My friend works for priceline.com, so I’ll try to get the inside dope on the commercials. (Or, more appropriately, the STRAIGHT DOPE! Hahaha! Just kidding.)
Picture yourself with your face on an album
Of woeful renditions of really good songs;
Suddenly someone appears with big money
They’ll pay to continue your wrongs…
$
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
AAAAAAAAAARGH!
Picture yourself with a shitload of moolah
It won’t even matter you’re yesterday’s guy!
Suddenly something is worse than your acting
For folks to remember you by!
$
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
AAAAAAAAAARGH!
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
AAAAAAAAAARGH!
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
Shatner shills for shiiiiiitty dotcoms
(fade)
Oh, come on guys. His singing for the commercial was no where near as horrendous as his redition of “Rocket Man” for the SciFi awards several years back. Or his recording of “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”. Or his attempt at “Mr. Tambourine Man”…
Nothing can touch Sebastian Cabot’s (Mr. French on “Family Affair”) truly insane version of Bob Dylan’s “It Ain’t Me, Babe,” available on Rhino Records “Golden Throats” compilation. Very, very weird.
If by “rap” you mean “a country and western song with CB radio patois interspersed between the choruses.” Or are you going to claim that all spoken-word recordings are “rap”? I’d like to see you defend that idea.
That’s because what you think is “rap” isn’t rap. Rap describes a performing style originated by --you guessed it – black people.
Whatever. Anyway, the female guitar player in the band backing Shatner sure is cute.
“It’s my considered opinion you’re all a bunch of sissies!”–Paul’s Grandfather
I know rap when I hear it and Convoy ain’t rap. Now then, I’m afraid I have to defend Bill, except for that crappy toupee and the occasional overacting. He and I go way back - to the original ST series; I thought he was sexy then and had a crush on him. As for celebrities who can’t sing singing anyway, hey, if you were rich and famous and thought you could sing, wouldn’t you put out a recording? And I have to confess, the ad worked on me. No, he still can’t sing, but I remember it, and that’s the point.
