Last night I was asked to drop by and watch director Frankie Nasso shoot a music video for the group…Hellyeah.
‘Hellyeah”, I said, I’ll be there. I was ready for one helluva time.
For those who aren’t as hip as this blogster thought he was, Hellyeah is a “super group” made up of players from some of the great thrasher bands like Vinnie Paul from Pantera. It was fun, but I realized I was too old to be there when I decided that I wanted to dance in front of one of the musclecars, a cherry Olds 442, while the band ripped. I was about to kick into my patented “Fergilicious Stomp” when I was asked by a PA if I’d mind not doing that, “Why?”, I asked, knowing the what the answer would be. “You’re really not in our demographic range,” he said. Funny, you a-hole. What he meant was, “You, sir, are too old.”
I let you in on a little secret, 50 is NOT the new 30.
I didn’t matter. I am too old to be in a Hellyeah video. I knew it the moment I showed up. I once wrote a country and western song called, “why does it take me all night long to do what I used to do all night long.”
After being kicked off the set, I looked at my watch. 9:30. If I left now, I could be back in Dallas by 10, showered and in bed by 10:30 with my warm cup of milk and a cookie. As I was leaving, I saw a very attractive young, dancing and gyrating wildly to the music. She wasn’t wearing very much in the way clothing. All I could think was, “how did she get out of the house wearing that???”
Tonight is going to be interesting, to say the least. Hellyeah!
I am going to meet the band Pantera! Hellyeah!
I was invited to this hallabaloo by a bright, young director named Frankie Nasso, who I recently met in New York. Frankie assured me that I would enjoy the experience. I told him that I had attended a couple of “goat ropings” in my life and even entered a “wild cow milking contest” as a teenage. But a Pantera video shoot? Hellyeah!
All I know about these guys is this: the lead singer “Dime Bag” Darrell Abbott was killed on stage by a deranged fan. Then, I searched Wikipedia. My goodness there’s more written about these guys than President Obama! Incredible. I haven’t listened to any of their music yet. But I do like the titles to their CDs…Cowboys From Hell and Vulgar Display of Power. Hell Yeah!
These guys sound like my kinda guys. Remember, they are “Cowboys from Hell” and I am a “Cowboy from Hico” We have something in common!Hellyeah!
Will report back tomorrow about my experience with Pantera!
I’ve probably driven by Texas Stadium over 3,000 times. It’s not only the way the north entrance of DWF airport from Dallas, but I also used to live out that way. On some of my long drives home on Thursday nights from Lee Harveys, I knew when i got to Texas Stadium, I was home free, if you know what I mean. The Irving police rarely patrolled that strip of 114 before I would exit O’Connor since the Dunkin’ Donut was on 183 and MacArthur.
Obviously, after all those years of passing the stadium with the hole in the roof, I took it for granted. Until today…
Today, when I drove past Texas Stadium, she wasn’t there anymore. She got blowed up yesterday morning. I got up at 6:30 a.m. on Sunday, which is no small task for me, to watch. Finally at 7:03, some kid who won a contest to push the button, pushed the button. And before you could say, “Home of the five time Super Bowl Champions Dallas Cowboys”, she was a pile of rubble.
When people think of Dallas, the first thing that comes to their minds is usually the sixth floor of the old Dallas Schoolbook Depository. But for people like me who, the symbol of Dallas was Texas Stadium. In her prime, she was gorgeous. The opening of the great TV show, Dallas featured her. It was the home of some of the best football teams ever to play. She was the beautiful necklace that hung around Dallas’ neck.
I remember the first time I went to a game there, I saw Tony Dorsett run for a touchdown. Along with football games, I saw a couple of tractor pulls, a Garth Brooks concert and I even attended Wrestlemania once to watch the Von Erich Brothers. It was always fun.
But perhaps my favorite memory of the stadium happened on the shoulder of Highway 183. We were shooting a Reebox ad with Emmitt Smith and his “horses”, the five Dallas Cowboys offensive linemen. Director Jeff Bednarz had figured out a dramatic shot, that would reveal Emmitt and the lineman with the Stadium in the background. “My name is Emmitt and I’m a Cowboy,” he said. ” These are my horses (revealing the linemen) and this…is my corral (revealing the stadium in the background).” Emmitt was literally standing two feet off the highway…trucks and cars whizzing by at 80 mph. On about the third take, a big black Mercedes came to a sudden stop in front of Emmitt. It was Stephen Jones, the president of the Dallas Cowboys. He happened to be driving by when he noticed his prize running back standing on the side of the road. Mr. Jones was hopping mad at us…at Emmitt…at the “horses”. Thank goodness we’d managed to get a great take.
Over the years, she went into a major decay. The roof needed painting. There was a drive-in movie theatre in the parking lot, which was nothing but one pot hole after another. Inside the stadium, it looked like like Norma Desmond (go look it up on Wikipedia!)
Of course, last year she was replaced by the new Cowboys Stadium, perhaps the greatest stadium in the world.
Mercifully, she was put to sleep yesterday. For the fans of the Dallas Cowboys as well as Dallas herself, it was a sad day. It really didn’t hit me until this morning, on the drive out to Las Colinas. She really is gone.
I always liked Bob Garfield even before I got to know him. I have enjoyed reading his reviews in Advertising Age for my entire career. After a quarter of a century at AdAge, Bob is hanging it up to become a consultant.
A couple of years ago, I invited Bob to join a group of creative guys who were heading over to Lee Harvey’s for a post-party party. The group was a virtual whos-who of creative leaders in the U.S. Bob had been the MC at a roast of former DDB chairman Keith Reinhard. He was actually kinda funny that night. On the way out, I asked him to along. To our surprise, he actually joined us.
After a few cocktails, he told me that this was the first time he’d ever gone out with a group like this. He never wanted to get to know the creatives guys, like myself, that he reviewed. He thought it would temper his criticism of us, if got to know us very well. Therefore, he stayed away. I can certainly understand where he was coming from. But at the same time, I thought it was kinda sad. But we had a great time that night…and he stuck with me an $83 tab. I still have it tucked away in box of crazy stuff that I have collected over the years. I thought someday, after a bad review, I would send it to Bob and say, “you can’t treat me like that, you owe me $83.”