Monday, October 6, 2014

                                             KICKING IT UP A NOTCH WITH SHINYRIBS

                                              Travelin'  With The Red
Neck Road Dogs
                                                        Dennis and Brenda Kippa

When we get a chance to attend a concert by someone we've seen before
and really enjoyed, we feel especially fortunate. Most of the bands we
have told you about travel a huge circuit, which means they don't get
to our area very often. When we find out that one of our favorites are
booked at a location that's within our reach, we have a knee-jerk
reaction that always culminates with tickets in hand. By the time the
date arrives, we have gone over the prior performance(s) many times in
our heads. We can't wait to see everything we have loved, just like
before. Of course the first concert is never really duplicated, and I
suppose that the only thing that ought to be surprising about that is
the fact that it surprises us every time it happens.

Recently, we jumped in the car for a trip to Dallas, which is a trip I
drove every single day for a very long time. Now, it seems like a
journey where we ought to pack sandwiches and check to see if all
insurance is paid up before we back away from the house. The fact that
it goes by quickly doesn't lessen the feeling that we're someplace
far, far away when we get there. Maybe that's as it should be when the
occasion is our second concert by Shinyribs. If you've been reading
this column for awhile, maybe you remember that I likened the first
Shinyribs concert to jumping down the rabbit hole, because our
findings were much like what Alice found. That time, we drove over
four hours to get there, then spent the evening slack-jawed, sitting
on folding chairs side-by-side with a college crowd who adored the

We didn't expect any less of a show this time, and frankly we didn't
know if we could take it if it were any more of a show. But it was...
and we did. They upped the game by the addition of the "horns" that
sometimes play for Uncle Lucius. Tiger Daniel Anaya on trumpet and
Mark Wilson on sax are the Tijuana TrainWreck, and their antics, along
with the craziness between Kevin Russell (lead vocals) and Winfield
Cheek (keys) and the other band members, made it a riot onstage. What
we couldn't have expected was the mix of attitudes of those watching
the show from the same table where we were sitting. Love and War in
Plano was the venue; it wasn't our first time to be there. Of all the
places your road dogs haunt, this place offers the least amout of
consideration to one's behinds; that is to say, the bench-type seats
(with picnic tables) are narrow and hard. On this night, we were
packed in like sardines, which may not have been as noticeable if
everyone were enjoying the festivities as much as we were. However,
sitting across from us were two ladies who came for reasons
unapparent, and although one seemed to be tapping a toe now and then,
the other was downright miserable. After awhile, her scowl got the
better of her friend, and they left. On the other side of us was a
young lady and her parents. The parents had clearly been dragged there
because of their love for their daughter, but their confusion was
profound and I felt sympathy for their situation, even though the
father offered a little smile now and then. I think the young lady was
a huge fan, but her parents had a ways to go in understanding what
Shinnyribs was all about.

The grand finale of the show was "Poor People's Store", which was one
of the songs that we (fooloshly) tried to sing along with at the last
concert. We could tell that there was to be no mercy shown by the band
toward anyone who seemed to think they could keep up; by now the band
was on a roll. Just when we were wondering if we going to be able to
survive the fun, Mr. Ribs (Kevin Russell) jumped down off the stage
and began to dance - in his own, no-bones kind of way - with everyone
on the dancefloor.  A conga line quickly formed, and that's when the
horn players - who were still playing their music  jumped down and
joined the line, prancing along and moving their horns left and right
like an animated toy box. The line got longer and longer, and snaked
in and around the tables, until it was too long to maneuver anymore
and all participants were wasted. It was a performance just like and
nothing like the first one, both at the same time. Bravo!

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