Lake Street Dive is my new jam. The whole discography. I’ve been listening to it all
in anticipation of today’s release of their latest album, Bad Self-Portraits.
The band, whose members met at Boston’s New England Conservatory of Music, consists of Rachael Price (lead vocals), Mike “McDuck” Olson (guitar, trumpet, backing vocals), Bridget Kearney (acoustic bass, backing vocals), and Mike Calabrese (drums, backing vocals).
I guess I’d describe their music as stripped-down indie pop/rock liberally inflected with jazz, blues, and soul. Maybe that sounds like a little bit of everything, but Lake Street Dive is also focused and distinctive — at once familiar and not quite like anything I’ve heard in way too long.
Of all the striking details in March Book One — and there are more than a few —
what I keep coming back to is this: At the age of five, John Lewis began preaching to
his family’s chickens.
Lewis, an organizer of the March on Washington in 1963 and since 1987 the U.S. Representative for Georgia’s Fifth District, is a great storyteller. March is a great story. I’ve just left those sentences alone after too much time spent considering adjectives other than “great” due to how easy and vague the word is, but it’s apt.