National Velvet
Starring: Trey Parker, Matt Stone and a rotating cast of local musicians. This would actually be much funnier than the duo in Portlandia, mostly because the South Park dudes would be so much more merciless.
Opening credit song: Nowhere in Portlandia is it clearer that this is people making fun of their own kind than in the opening credits, where hipstamatic images of the city play behind chill-wave classic (ha!) "Feel It All Around," by Washed Out. Unbelievable. Anyway, the Denver version would have to be "Pigeon," by Tennis. Flavor of the week, everyone!
Possible sketch premises:
- Our characters go to Sputnik and start ordering off-menu condiments for their sweet-potato fries. Spicy hemp relish or tree-bark chutney, anyone?
-Trey Parker goes to Salvagetti Bicycle Workshop wearing one of those Italian bike-racing hats, saying his fixed-gear bike is too mainstream and demanding a gear-less road bike to complete his messenger route.
-Yoga classes for dogs, held at Mercury Cafe
- Everyone goes to a no-fi rock show in the basement of some dude's house in Baker, where there are no instruments and the bands just emote and use their bodies to "play" objects found in the basement.
- A beer run to Argonaut gets complicated when two people decide they aren't satisfied with the selection on the floor and demand to be taken to a secret back room where they stow the really good stuff. And the only way they let you in is if you eat four entire hops off a vine.
- Before getting lunch on Capitol Hill, our heroes must find a parking space. Their search finally lands them behind a dumpster in an alley cove hidden behind overhanging branches.
- A drug-addled camping trip to the mountains ends in a horror show of hallucinated dinosaurs and skeletons. The next day, the crew wakes up in City Park, only to realize that they never actually got to the mountains but instead wound up in the Natural History Museum.