I spent a great hour Saturday smiling at the band Lake Street Dive.
Not because of a funny name, though it might qualify as somewhat of a head-scratcher for this young foursome out of Boston. Let drummer Michael Calabrese explain it on the band site bio page. “We are named in homage to dive bar bands,” he says. “We are, have been, and always will be a dive bar band. Whether we’re playing for 10 people or 10,000 we want them to have that feeling.”
At the M&T Syracuse Jazz Fest it was closer to 10,000. And as I watched lead singer Rachael Price (funny spelling), trumpeter/guitarist Mike “McDuck” Olson (funny nickname), upright bass player Bridget Kearney (funny instrument) and Calabrese play a bunch of great songs, something else somewhat humorous did strike me.
I hope they and their many fans, of which I am now proudly one, take this as a compliment. Because this following foursome is one of my all-time favorites.
Meet the Flintstones.
So today we become here the Blog of Funny Resemblances. Doppelgangers, if you will.
It first hit me while I was watching Calabrese play barefoot on his drum kit.
Does he not remind you of Fred Flintstone?
After whispering that fact to my dear wife Karen next to me, she pointed to the versatile Olson.
Does he not bring to mind Barney Rubble, she asked me?
OK, we reasoned together, heads close in conspiracy.
Prie as Wilma Flintstone may be kind of a stretch without the red hair, but she most certainly had her star power.
And Kearney can without a doubt carry Betty Rubble’s role any day of the week.
I had the courage to repeat my Fred Flintstone moment to my longtime friend Dave and his girlfriend Sue to the left of us, and they indeed agreed.
Everybody sing:
Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones.
They’re the modern stone age family.
From the town of Bedrock,
They’re a page right out of history.
Let’s ride with the family down the street.
Through the courtesy of Fred’s two feet.
When you’re with the Flintstones
Have a yabba dabba doo time.
A dabba doo time.
We’ll have a gay old time.
Source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/tvthemes/theflintstoneslyrics.html
The indelible mark of . . . Mark.
If they add skat to their set they can doYabba Dabba Doooooo!
I think they can doooooo it any way they want, Diddy!
The resemblance to Fred is uncanny.
Thank you, Elyse!
I know – as soon as he pointed it out, I was blown away!!
I do see the similarities, especially Fred and Betty!!!!
Thank you for your practiced eye, S.D.!
You are most welcome!!! Watched the Flinstones when I was a kid in Australia. Came on right before Lost In Space. (Why do I remember these such things?)
This post resembles other awesome posts by you, Mark, with or without funny names. Now I’m wondering where Lake Street is. Bedrock? Arlington Massachusetts, near me? Funny that I don’t know more about Lake Street Dive!
They first got together about nine years ago in Boston, Ann, so I’m voting for Arlington, near you!
I love that I’ll be singing the Flintstone theme song all day. I also love that you caught the doppelgangers “in the act”.
Kudos to you for being the first member of our “merry band” to break ground with the “Blog of Funny Resemblances”. Well played.
Now I will be searching for some of their music. . .
Wow, what an observation! Excellent work, and your analysis of the names to find the humor in it all is also excellent.
I found out that McDuck acquired his nickname at a music conservatory “for his reclusive ways”, which is a satisfying enough answer for that question.
Off to listen to some LSD. Wait…
Good work on McDuck, Arto. And I hope their music goes by in a flash(back) …
Seriously – check them out! Good stuff! I’ve had “Bad Self Portraits” and several other LSD songs on loop for the past few days since Mark posted them on his blog!
Too funny Mark. And it’s a natural – fits perfect, Ha!
Ha! So very Paul of you! (I’m starting to learn this after seeing a little chat thread on Kerbey’s blog the other day!)
You are fitting in so well in all worlds now, King Dave. 🙂
Thanks, Paul. Oh, my powers of observation sometimes. 🙂
I definitely know what song will be stuck in my head all afternoon now!
Wiiiiiiiilma!
I can see it! I can also see a resemblance to Taylor Swift by Rachael. Mostly I just want to say “Calabrese” the way Giada would pronounce something Italian. Pan-chee-eh-tah!
Yes, there’s a Taylor there, I agree, Kerbey. And Giada would have a field day with our young Cal-a-bre-esee.
what a great comparison and as you know, i love their name.
Thanks, Beth. It just all works for me. 🙂