Showing posts with label Screw You We're from Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Screw You We're from Texas. Show all posts

Saturday, October 5, 2013

"Don't Mess with Texas:" 30 years of swagger works

(okay, before reading this, DISREGARD YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF TEXAS AND ANY OF THE FOLLOWING: the governor and the legislature, the gun nuts, over-the-top church-goers, school funding (or lack thereof), traffic, our newly elected Senator, yankee immigrants, Tea Partiers, environmental laxity, whoever disassembled the Southwest Conference, Vidor and its (hopefully) former residents, John Connally (who I think started the swing from 99 percent Democrat to 99.9 percent Republican), litigious nightmares that keep physicians out of low-income regions, and any of the crazies who have attracted international media attention)


So screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, screw you

 -- Ray Wylie Hubbard, "Screw You, We're From Texas"




Yeah, we Texans can be a proud and vocal group, and we can certainly turn a phrase:
And, of course -- going back to the days when today's residents were immigrants and immigrants now were residents -- Davy Crockett's "You can go to hell. I'm going to Texas."

My in-laws are from the East Coast -- Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia -- and at a family gathering a few years ago, a new-to-me family member said, "You Texans sure are cocky. I've seen those "Don't Mess with Texas" signs.

It broke my heart to tell him that "Don't Mess with Texas" -- his perceived beacon of chest-beating, Texan-machismo swagger -- is an anti-litter campaign.


Ask any long-time Texan about the days before open-container laws, and he'll share with you stories of drinking a six-pack while driving, and tossing the cans out the window of his pick-up and into the truck's bed. Unfortunately, not all Texas drive pick-ups so there is nothing to catch the litter; and most, especially after drinking while driving, aren't very good shots, so Texas found itself with a huge amount of trash on its highways.

In 1985, the Texas Highway Commission (now the Texas Department of Transportation or TxDOT) researched its worst offenders and launched the "Don't Mess with Texas" public-education campaign to stop the embarrassment and clean up the mess.

The advertising and public relations campaign kicked off during the 1986 Cotton Bowl with a television ad featuring Texas blues-guitar legend Stevie Ray Vaughn. Audience-specific ads featuring an anti-litter rendition of The Fabulous Thunderbirds' "Are you Tough Enough" and Dallas Cowboys legends Randy White and Ed "Too Tall" Jones followed.

In 1987, Texas music icon Jerry Jeff Walker gave us all credit for getting the can in the back of the truck, but reminded us that it won't stay there at 70 MPH. Two years later, the god of Texas music (and, therefore, all of Texas) Willie Nelson involved our mamas and told them not to let us grow up and throw cans from our pick-up trucks. In 1998, born-again non-litters voted this "Don't Mess with Texas" TV commercial as their all-time favorite.

One of my favorites is 1994's "Cowboy Poet," featuring Fort Worth's Steve Murrin -- the "Mayor of Worth Stockyards" -- reciting anti-litter poetry around a campfire ... when an oncoming 18-wheeler reminds him of his pappy's advice of not camping in the middle of the road (screw you, we're from Texas).

By 1998, TxDOT research indicated that 98 percent of Texans had heard of "Don't Mess with Texas," but only 61 percent knew it was an anti-litter campaign (guess I should take back all those names I called my in-law).

Research also found that the greatest littering offenders --- tagged Gen L for Generation Litter -- were 16- to 24-year-olds known for drinking, smoking, eating fast food and, of course, driving a lot. Smooth-talking, hot-bodied actor and native Texan Matthew McConaughey spoke directly to the age group with a little mock vigilante action that resulted in Scarlet Letter-style deportation for litterers.

In 2005, the TxDOT announced that litter on Texas highways had dropped 33 percent since 2001. It also launched the Litter Force, a school-by-school awareness campaign urging "super-hero" first graders to "blast the trash," hoping to create Texas' first litter-free generation.

Responding to research that children who saw their parents litter were more likely to litter, TxDOT shored up the Litter Force campaign with a series of TV ads -- "I wouldn't do it," "This is" and "Trashball" -- featuring Texans popular among parents of younger children to deliver its role-model-needed message. Chuck Norris helped deliver the message, and as we all know, litter throws itself back in the truck when it sees Chuck Norris.

In 2006, Advertising Week named "Don't Mess with Texas" to its Walk of Fame as America's Favorite Slogan. Since its first Austin ADDY Award in 1986, the campaign has continued to rank among the top award-winning advertising and public relations campaigns.

By 2010, when all-that-is-country-music's George Strait (my name is George; what happened?) joined the fray, 82 percent of Texans had heard of "Don't Mess with Texas" and knew what it meant.

Earlier this year, TxDOT rolled out an updated "Don't Mess with Texas" advertising and public relations campaign, targeting the same Gen L, this time those 16- to 24-year-olds not born when the original campaign started.

And because Texas music played a major role in "Don't Mess with Texas" and because it didn't involve Gary P. Nunn ... well, you could ask me what I like about Texas, "but we'd be here all night long."




(all research data provided by dontmesswithtexas.org)

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Next Time, No Nose Tap

I am unbelievably romantic and loving and, unfortunately, just a little (a LOT) off the wall. If you cataloged everything my wife has said during the last 15-20 years, the entry with the most hits would have to be: 'You are SO strange.'

My final year in college was 1977; and I worked most of that year at KYKR, a country (country/western is what we called it then) radio station near Port Arthur, usually late-night or 'graveyard' weekend shifts . . . (yes, this is all going somewhere)

Thanks to my dad, I already had a pretty full repertoire of country classics, but months and months of singing country songs LOUDLY, trying hard to stay awake (no worry, Mr. Joynt; microphones off, studios empty and always awake), etched the lyrics of hundreds of country songs, some truly awful, in my facts-need-not-apply brain.

One of the advantages from that era is that old country/western music helps keep me awake, especially on late-night drives. My wife and I were returning from Austin this evening, and KSCS, one of the local country stations (Nashville country . . . patooey! her regular choice, not mine), was airing its regular Classic Country Saturday night . . . (yes, this is still going somewhere)

My yankee wife, who I've said before loves all things Texas, loves contemporary country music, but hates classic country. And now she especially hates Tom T. Hall.

The disc jockey (or whatever he's called now) intros Tom T. Hall's 'I Love.' I start bouncing with excitement all over the cab of my truck (as much as driving will allow me anyway), and I start to droan along with Tom (my wife is shocked/disgusted that I know the lyrics).

I love little baby ducks, old pick-up trucks, slow-moving trains, and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams, Sunday school in May
And hay
And I love you, too

When I get to I love you, I look at my wife and on too, I playfully tap her on the nose.

Maybe I need some advice for the lovelorn, but I have begun to believe that maybe women really don't like being compared to baby ducks, pick-up trucks, trains and hay. And that maybe they don't like being thumped on the nose at 70 MPH. And that maybe they just don't like Tom T. Hall.

She's just lucky that Tom and I didn't belt out . . .

I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear
Aw, this little refrain should help me explain, as a matter of fact, i love beer (yes, he likes beer)

(I tried really hard to find a 'my hero' Tom T. Hall photo that resembled him on that evening in the late '60s, when they poured him onto the stage of Woodrow Wilson Junior High for his Port Arthur CavOILcade performance . . . dang it! no luck)

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The Drive Home

Today's drive home (even though I left early enough to not battle rush hour), just like every day, was a b****. It brought to mind a few songs:

Welcome to Texas
Brian Burns

Welcome to Texas, don't anybody get me wrong;
We’re glad y’all came to see us, just don’t forget to go back home.
We don’t need your politics, we don’t need your prayers,we don’t need your moral compass leadin’ us anywhere.
We don’t need your business, we don’t need your art, we don’t really give a damn how you did things up north.

Screw You. We're From Texas
Ray Wylie Hubbard

So screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, screw you
(Has he seen me before? I got on my cowboy boots, jeans; And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses; And a mobile phone; I guess I look like some Port Aransas dope dealer that's out on bail; Just trying to get home)

I Don't Live in Dallas
Jarrod Birmingham

You're a whole bunch of yuppies
With nothing to do but keep Isuzu in business
We all know it's true
I'd like to sell you to Oklahoma
If they could only afford you
Cuz I don't live in Dallas
I live in Texas

Southbound 35
Pat Green

I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees, and I'd rather be in Texas on my own.
So we were southbound 35 (okay, I live northbound on IH-35, but I do have a yankee-child wife and a pick-up . . . truck)
We were headed down the road, hit the border by the morning
Let Texas fill my soul, yeah let Texas fill my soul.

Whew! I feel better now.