HeyJaredRibcast: The Shinyribs Podcast
Mr. Ribs makes mountains out of molehills, hay outta horse’s mouths, something outta nothing. Behind the scenes, long form tangents of uncommon grace and courage. Always a new song, unreleased song, outtakes from legendary recordings, etc shinyribs.substack.com
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Introducing The Rib Phone (opens the original)
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WHAT HAPPENS NEXT (opens the original)
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1991 that makes 31 At the St. Rose of Lima out on Bayou Rd That’s where our story begins So sweetly to unfold Thru the tough times the crazy times Where does the time go tell me where does the Mississippi river flow After it reaches the Gulf of Mexico We shoulda stayed in our first house on laverne st in Algiers That was the coolest house shotgun beams and piers But we moved On to Mandeville and Meterie When Katrina chased us she couldn’t catch you and me Do still wanna go with me Over mountains
How’s The Night (opens the original)
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An old friend in Houston, Clint Broussard texted me, “How’s The Night?” Last night. I didn’t see it until this morning. Though Clint was just shooting the shit he got a story, a parable, a reinvigoration of life and its meaning. Sorry, not sorry, ClintHow’s The Night The night was an inner conflict of showing up to play a few songs at an old friend and … Read more
September (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedGoldfinches On Sunflowers 🌻 Tiny, Black and yellow in the morning Gettin fat on September seeds The drought drags on like a trailer of dead grass chained to a truck parked in the sun on an overpass at the exit of Lubbock and No Luck Even as Hope is lost the goldfinch frolics on the flowers A feast for birds between the hours Of Dawn and dusk Dis… R
You Are Here (opens the original)
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This is a video poem. An idea I had that I explored in some downtime in Northampton around the iron horse. Which was one of the best shows of this leg of our Real alligator rollout tour. I wrote this poem after I woke in the middle of the night in Norwich, New York. I can’t remember if it was the night before the show the night after. It doesn’t matter. The piece itself is not really finished. It’s a work in progress as many of my poems are. Hell as many of my songs are as well. As much as any o
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