"Do you? ;)"Who doesn't? You need one for this beer can.
Posted on 07/02/2008 1:52:46 PM PDT by Diana in Wisconsin
“It’s always puzzled me how we took loads of British, Irish, and German immigrants and ended up with such terrible domestic beers. Just watered down, riced up garbage all too often.”
Prohibition killed our beer makers, except for a few large companies who survived by moving into other markets. When prohibition ended, the large companies dominated the market until around the 1980s.
Today, we have many good choices; and even the large beer companies improved their selections.
I was born in 1960, but my folks and grandparents were quite the beer drinkers every weekend. After church on Sundays, of course, from kick off to last touch down of the Packers Game that week, LOL!
My Aunt used to make us necklaces out of folded Wrigley’s Gum wrappers. Remember those?
So, yes, we always had beer tabs to play with. My family moved from Milwaukee in 1970 and no one knew what a “church key” was in our new town.
Do you? ;)
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Despite what you’re hearing on this thread, Schlitz on tap is pretty good if you like lagers. I’m reserving judgment on the new version, and if it’s marketed “upscale,” no thanks.
My Uncles and their pals used to drive to CO to buy Coors beer before it was distributed in the Midwest. They made a tidy profit for themselves for a few years there.
Grandma and Mom used to drive down to some Illinois border town from Milwaukee to buy oleo-margarine for all the neighborhood ladies who all chipped in for gasoline. Margarine was ILLEGAL here in the Dairy State back then.
If Sis & I were ‘good girls’ on the trip, we got to stir the coloring packet into the margarine to make it yellow when we got home. (How silly was that whole “ban” of margarine?)
So, I come from a long line of ‘bootleggers,’ LOL!
Back in the early 70s, Schlitz was the only American beer I knew of that tasted the same no matter where you bought it. A Schlitz in Thailand tasted just like one in America. Other American beers like Olympia were... different... overseas. This was important during the war because when you came in from getting shot at, the last thing you wanted was a taste adventure.
What that taste was, was American generic. Not bad, not great and much improved by being cold. But by the early 80s the taste of Schlitz seemed to vary from can to can, mostly in unfortunate directions. Eventually the delusion that a advertising could offset poor product quality did Schlitz in.
"Do you? ;)"Who doesn't? You need one for this beer can.
I'm a Leinenkugel Girl, myself. That and Sam Adams. And Husband can pour a mean 'Black & Tan' but that's usually too filling for me, unless it's a complete meal in the dead of a Wisconsin Winter.
Leinie’s guy here too! I love the Honey Weiss.
Did you know that sealed cans were invented long before can openers? What genius thought that up? LOL!
I used to wear a P-38 with my dog tags. I still have a scar on my right boob from a little mis-hap when I had to 'hit the ground,' fast one day. ;)
Honey Weiss is good. Some women I used to work with would make their own version of a ‘Black & Tan’ with Honey Weiss and Leinie’s Raspberry something-or-other beer. Blech!
One of my brothers makes an awesome Raspberry Beer. Not too sweet, which I prefer.
LOL! Did you put in for your Purple Heart?
Some punk would stare into the camera and say, “You want to take away my Schlitz?” Then he would tell you how he was going to beat you up.
It was probably the most disastrous add campaign of all time.
How dare you; I’m no John Kerry, LOL! :)
Hey! Yer ‘nearer da beer’ than most of us. What’s new in beer-related news up in yer part a da state?
(Have you started talking like that yet? I know you’re a transplant. It’s contagious, Ena Hey?)
The ad that made Schlitz infamous
Phil Rosenthal | Media - April 6, 2008
You can have your 3 a.m. White House crisis call. You can bring Harry Caray back from the dead as a raving coot. You can even have the one in which pals are riding in their Volkswagen, blithely gabbing away like they’re in an old Dockers ad, until they get plowed into by another vehicle.
But the scariest TV commercial of the last 40 years was for Schlitz beer, which Woodridge-based Pabst Brewing has announced it’s bringing back to a few select locations on Chicago’s North Side, using the classic 1960s Schlitz recipe, no less.
There are many reasons Schlitz, the No. 2 beer in America behind only Budweiser as late as 1976, virtually vanished years ago.
To save money, the brewing process was altered, changing the taste and making Schlitz the New Coke of beers. The brewer also was hurt by labor trouble. Eventually Schlitz, which for years touted itself as “the beer that made Milwaukee famous,” was acquired by Detroit’s Stroh Brewery Co., which itself shut down in 1999.
But in charting how Schlitz went flat, don’t underestimate the contribution of the TV commercials it ran in the late 1970s in a desperate bid to hold on to market share but which had entirely the opposite effect.
It’s gone down in popular lore as the Drink Schlitz or I’ll Kill You campaign, an example of being too edgy and not too sharp all at once.
In advertising circles, it’s held up as a cautionary tale. You know, cut through the clutter but don’t stab the client—that sort of thing.
You should be able to find an example on YouTube.com. Search for: Schlitz wilderness man.
In retrospect, the 1977 ad from Chicago’s Leo Burnett USA that’s online could be mistaken for a “Saturday Night Live” parody, along the lines of Spud, the potato beer that made Boise famous.
At best, it’s stupid. At worst, it’s a brand killer that squandered much, if not all, of the goodwill of earlier ads that embedded lines such as “When you’re out of Schlitz, you’re out of beer” and “Go for the gusto” into the national consciousness.
An off-screen, clearly uneasy person suggests taking away a rugged mountain-man/lumberjack-type’s Schlitz so he can try another beer, causing the cougar at the guy’s side to rear up and growl as if poised to attack until Mr. Menacing Drinker calms the cat down.
“Down baby, I can take care of this,” the glaring Not Quite the Unabomber says in a gruff voice that has you noticing the ax within his grasp rather than the fact he’s apparently delicate enough to bother pouring his beer from a can into a glass mug with the Schlitz logo on it even when he’s out in the wilderness. “You want to take away my Schlitz? You want to take away my gusto? Hah. You’re the first person that ever made me laugh.”
Then he says to the cougar, “Say hello to your lunch.”
The cougar again growls.
You can’t help but wonder how much of the product was downed before execs signed off on that one.
Forget the tag, which is “When you don’t have Schlitz, you don’t have gusto,” capped by the Paul Bunyan/Ted Bundy stand-in holding his can of Schlitz between his thumb and forefinger just so and adding, “You don’t have beer.”
They might as well have said, “This blood’s for you.”
http://www.chicagotribune.com/business/columnists/chi-sun-rosenthal6-apr06,0,7640509.column
I have not picked up any strange accents! My southern Caribbean works just fine, thank you. Although I will unintentionally mimic that Minnesota accent when a few folks around here start talking like that.
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