More on Pabst
A couple of remarks on Pabst… one professional, the other personal.
First, you should read Rob Walker’s original version of his big NYT Mag piece on Pabst and “the marketing of no marketing.” Basically, Pabst has worked very hard to grow its sales without doing anything so overt as to gross out the urban hipsters who have been so critical to their new success. Savvy marketers have come to understand the dynamics of audiences like these only recently, thanks to The Tipping Point, the rise of coolhunting, and the prevalence of guerilla marketing. (With the exception of the geekier enterprise stuff I do for a certain software client, this is pretty much the kind of thing I get paid to think about.) My company has done a tiny bit for Pabst along the way, but clearly if we were working for them now you would not be pondering the backlash. (Ahem.)
The other story is funnier, and of about the vintage as the great old ads Gary linked to. My mom’s side of the family was for decades entirely teetotaling–nary a drink for anyone, and very holy about the whole thing.
My mom might have been three or four, and was at dinner with my grandparents and some family friends. It was a big night out at the nicest restaurant in their small town in southern Oklahoma and she was dressed up like a proper little lady. The waitress waited until last to ask her what she would like to drink: “What’ll you have little lady?”
“I’ll have a Pabst Blue Ribbon, please!” said said, smiling, a perfect parrot of the TV slogan.
My grandparents tried to be mortified, but everyone just ended up cracking up. Behold the power of advertising.
She is teased about this to this day–which is funny, because though The Judy is emphatically no longer a teetotaler, she cannot stand beer.
So when people talk about Pabst being old-school, that’s what always comes to my mind.
