Yum Yum Fun That is Cool and Keen
The Snoop Sno Cone Machine, if you don’t know, is a sno cone maker for kids, a satisfyingly chunky red and white plastic dog house that made loud rackety scraping sounds as you filed those ice cubes into dixie bathroom cupfuls of delicious shaved ice. The first batch was usually somewhat ruined, as the kool-aid proportions wouldn’t be right, mother so concerned with the amount of sugar in the syrup, it could get a little watery. But ultimately, it was a really great childhood toy, activity and snack. We always made them in the garage, so that the sticky mess wouldn’t get on the kitchen floor, and also maybe so the grinding noise wouldn’t cause parental headaches.
I think of this contraption a lot, it was a favorite during Virginia summers as a young kid, but something happening in the move down to Atlanta and it didn’t work anymore, maybe a piece went missing, so I don’t have many memories of it past the age of 7. What I had forgotten was the theme song to the commercial, at least until Snarky went and sang it on facebook last week and got it stuck in my head again. Commercials really don’t utilize jingles as often anymore, the way television shows have shied away from theme songs, so the few ad campaigns that still utilize them stand out. For example, this one:
That song still gets heavy rotation in commercials now, it’s been remixed, re-recorded, and it’s so deeply implanted in the psyche of those of us of a certain generation. I am surrounded by a bunch of cat owners who also have cats that need medication, and most of them have discovered this product, Pill Pockets, serves them quite well in the endeavor. Everytime I see these bags in pantries or on kitchen counters, or even catsitting for them, I sing their name outloud to the same tune as Hot Pockets. Every. Time.
And now you will too!
That is a powerful jingle, if it’s got the market on all pockets with a monosyllabic adjective preceding them.
I know those free credit report people have been bantering about in this arena lately, even offering bands big breaks with song contests, but they are not contained in this pop culture report because I can’t stomach them. I have no excuse for my weak constitution other than simple aging, because I certainly have enough room in my brain’s jukebox for this series of commercial jingles:
I wasn’t allowed to chew Juicy Fruit as a kid, because of sugar content, though I did wonder once if it’s because I didn’t water ski. I can almost remember the moment as a teenager when I FINALLY tried Juicy Fruit and thought damn, this is weak. I never ended up being much of a skier either, water or snow.