📸 Adrian Boot / @retrophotoarchive
Bobby Weir, just 17 years old when he co-founded the Warlocks, was one of the very few people who was at every single Grateful Dead show. Joining up with Jerry and Pigpen in 1964, and soon after Billy and Phil, with Mickey soon to follow, the Grateful Dead were defined by each of the unique musicians and voices these guys brought to the stage. And Bobby was as unique as they come.
A guitar player unlike any other, and a songwriter who created some of the most interesting, exciting, and oddly-timed songs in rock history, Bobby was also the unabashed rock star in the Grateful Dead. His list of contributions to the Grateful Dead repertoire is way too long to list, but songs like "Sugar Magnolia," "Truckin'," "Jack Straw," "Cassidy," "Looks Like Rain," "Playing In The Band," "Weather Report Suite," "The Music Never Stopped," "Estimated Prophet," "Feel Like A Stranger," "Hell In A Bucket," and "Throwing Stones" are just the tip of the iceberg of his songwriting magnificence.
When Bobby had a spare moment both during the Dead's 30 year performing career and after, he was always working on exciting, different projects like Kingfish, Bobby & The Midnites, Weir & Wasserman, RatDog, The Other Ones, The Dead, Furthur, Dead & Company, Wolf Bros, symphonic collaborations, recordings, performing. He never sat still, and was always moving forward, an inspiration to us all.
Watching Bobby do anything was always a joy, as he embraced life around him. First and foremost, his family gave him immense happiness. Being on stage and performing for us all showed us a man who loved to bring smiles to our faces. He didn't do anything halfway, always giving it his all.
For 60 years, Bobby has been a huge part of the soundtrack to our lives. His kindness, generosity, and musical contributions have made our world a better place.
-David Lemieux
CELEBRATE BOBBY'S LEGACY HERE
It is with profound sorrow and eternal gratitude that we wish a grand farewell to our dear friend Robert Weir. Bob was always full of restless hope and a burning desire to do good in this world. He once said that his success was due to the ever-present sense of adventure that was the very heart of his music and that the hearts of his audience resonated with the same rhythms. His adventure will continue on with all those he inspired over his incredible life.
We know the big reunion on the other side will be felt as a surge of joy in the cosmos. And we hope everyone joins us in a big wolf howl farewell for our Bob Weir. Thank you for the amazing ride.
Sincere condolences to Bob’s beautiful wife Natascha and his lovely daughters, Chloe and Monet. We love you so much and are pleased to have grown close over the years despite life on the road. We honor this cosmic entanglement within the band and all of those around us; we love you.
Love and joy to everyone,
The Garcia Family
Bob Weir was a little brother to me for almost sixty years. He was my first friend in the Grateful Dead. We lived together, played together, and made music together that ended up changing the world. Bob had the ability to play unique chords that few others could. Long fingers, that’s the difference. Jerry once told me that the harmonics Bob created became an inspiration for his own solos. When all of us were entrained, rhythm section, guitars, and voices... it was transcendent. What was a lifetime of adventure boils down to something simple- we were family and true to the music through it all.
I miss you so much already, dear friend.
- Mickey Hart
Jerry Garcia had already been playing music with Bob Weir in a jug band when he called me up to form a rock band with them. That’s how I first met Bob. We called ourselves the Warlocks, playing our first real shows at a pizza parlor in Menlo Park and, long story short (but with a few steps in between)… we became the Grateful Dead.Together, we embarked on a journey without a destination. We didn’t set out to change the world, or to become big stars, or to have our own counterculture — we didn’t know any of those things were actually possible and we wouldn’t have been very interested in them even if we did. Well, not too much, anyway. Just enough to dream.We were a “group” in the sense that we were five friends trying to have the most amount of fun we could think of as often as we could. That meant playing music and all the other things: taking acid, getting high, goofing around.During those first rehearsals, which were in the back of a music shop, Bob and I would smoke joints in the back alley, before, during, and after — we had to be careful because it was still taboo back then.Also, Bob and I were the younger guys in the band, so we liked to do weird shit. By that I mean, we just liked to play pranks and be silly and not take ourselves too seriously.Right when things really started clicking and the band was getting noticed, there was a period when I lived with Phil Lesh on Belvedere Street and Weir lived with Garcia just a couple blocks over on Ashbury. That part of San Francisco, the Haight-Ashbury district, was getting enough national notoriety that buses full of tourists would stop in front of the Ashbury house and take pictures: “To your left is the home of the Grateful Dead.”Bob and I used to enjoy throwing water balloons at each other so one day we started throwing them at the tourist buses. That didn’t end well, but it’s making me smile all these years later thinking about it, because it was a time when every day felt like a great American adventure. We used to listen to every new record that came out anywhere. We would go over to Phil’s place, but Bob and I would sit next to each other and we’d listen intently to the music, trying to figure out “How did they do that?” That was a really big thing we used to do together. It was basically like our religion.Sometimes we’d take STP and sit there and turn the lights down low and the back of the amplifier would glow like a cathedral as we’d listen to the music.Nothing was more important than having fun and nothing was more fun than playing music. Especially once audiences started coming and we could look out and see a sea of people dancing. Once that happened, it was all we wanted to do. We didn’t want to stop. That was our first real goal — to just keep going.And so for sixty years, the music never stopped. This was true for all of us, together and apart, but when Bob was off the road, all he wanted to do was get back on it. And in the meantime, he would stop by any bar or club where there was someone playing that would let him sit in. He seemed to always be on some stage, somewhere.Offstage, we were everything you’d expect from lifelong friends and bandmates. We fought together (both on the same side and opposing), we celebrated together (both personal and professional milestones), and we watched each other, both near and far, as we went from teenagers to old men and all the stops in between.I once heard Bobby refer to himself as “the greatest rhythm guitar player in the world” and it made me chuckle lightheartedly at my brother’s boastfulness. The thing is… he was probably right.Time has proven that nobody will ever be able to replace Jerry Garcia — or Phil Lesh — and time will prove the same for Bob Weir.They were the biggest influence on my own playing, more than any drummer, and they will continue to be the biggest influence on whatever I do next.
We used to listen to every new record that came out anywhere. We would go over to Phil’s place, but Bob and I would sit next to each other and we’d listen intently to the music, trying to figure out “How did they do that?” That was a really big thing we used to do together. It was basically like our religion.
Sometimes we’d take STP and sit there and turn the lights down low and the back of the amplifier would glow like a cathedral as we’d listen to the music.
Nothing was more important than having fun and nothing was more fun than playing music. Especially once audiences started coming and we could look out and see a sea of people dancing. Once that happened, it was all we wanted to do. We didn’t want to stop. That was our first real goal — to just keep going.
And so for sixty years, the music never stopped. This was true for all of us, together and apart, but when Bob was off the road, all he wanted to do was get back on it. And in the meantime, he would stop by any bar or club where there was someone playing that would let him sit in. He seemed to always be on some stage, somewhere.
Offstage, we were everything you’d expect from lifelong friends and bandmates. We fought together (both on the same side and opposing), we celebrated together (both personal and professional milestones), and we watched each other, both near and far, as we went from teenagers to old men and all the stops in between.
I once heard Bobby refer to himself as “the greatest rhythm guitar player in the world” and it made me chuckle lightheartedly at my brother’s boastfulness. The thing is… he was probably right.
Time has proven that nobody will ever be able to replace Jerry Garcia — or Phil Lesh — and time will prove the same for Bob Weir.
They were the biggest influence on my own playing, more than any drummer, and they will continue to be the biggest influence on whatever I do next. (Con't) ↓
Continued) Their inspiration will continue to take on many forms, as is the very nature of inspiration, but just as those three brothers of mine took inspiration from others and made something new and original out of it, it’s now time for tomorrow’s artists and visionaries to do the same. Keep going forward. Take the inspiration and do something new.
There are so many people who can rightfully say that their life would not have been the same without Bob Weir. That’s been true for me since I was 17. And through it all, the high times and the low tides, my love for him will not, indeed can not, fade away.
In the end, what more was there for him to do? He played it all… and never the same way, twice. I think he had finally said everything he had to say and now he’s on to the next thing. I just hope he was able to bring his guitar with him or otherwise he’ll go crazy.
“Sleep in the stars.
Don’t you cry.
Dry your eyes on the wind.”
And get there safely, old friend.
Love you forever,
Billy
From as early as I can remember, Bobby was the kindest “uncle” I could ask for. I was so young when Jerry passed, so my memories of my dad with his musical brothers are mostly with him & Bob. I loved getting to spend time with the two of them. They always seemed to act like teenagers together, as if they were back in Menlo Park in 1965 and no time had passed. When I began playing music myself he was so supportive, and especially when Terrapin started he - like my dad - seemed to thrive on joining us youngsters in whatever musical nonsense we wanted to get up to. My friend Evan reminds me that Bob came to our…junior year?..high school talent show where we played Sugar Magnolia, and he was thrilled with how we played it and so complimentary about the performance. From that moment to nearly 25 years later inviting me to join him and Dead & Company in front of thousands & thousands of people this past summer - he has always been so encouraging to me and others like me up there making music and joining in the fun. And of course, top of mind these days is how loving and wonderful Bobby & Natascha (and Monet & Chloe!) were to all of us in the wake of my dad’s passing, and how protective they all were to Claire & I at the Kennedy Center Honors and MusiCares. I send all of my love to them. We share so much unique life experience, and this is one more that we all experience. Fare thee well, Ace. F’kn A
“We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
‘I am! I am! I am! I am!’”
- Grahame Lesh
Bob Weir was one of my favorite musician friends, and for that matter, one of my favorite people anywhere. Always a warm, jovial presence, but with a mischievous look in his eye, he was ready with banter, a quip, a wise-guy crack or bon mot most all the time.
Weir had a completely original take on playing rhythm guitar in a rock band, inspired by disparate sources but maybe mostly from studying McCoy Tyner’s comping behind John Coltrane in the classic Coltrane Quartet of the sixties. He found the ideal and unique voicings and rhythmic style to underpin Garcia’s flights of fancy, and kept developing it through the years. Often when I played with them I wouldn’t play, just lay out, because I thought that the symbiosis between the two longtime partners was so evident and anything else added was unnecessary and possibly intrusive.
Bobby also wrote a large number of songs that became beloved classics of the @gratefuldead corpus. As a writer he had a very broad range stylistically, and wrote songs that featured a wide palette of musical colors: original chord progressions with unexpected and exciting harmonic movement (“Estimated Prophet,” “Weather Report Suite”), beautiful ballads (“Looks Like Rain,” “Black-Throated Wind”), stirring jam vehicles (“The Other One”), titanic old-time western country-rock songs (“Jackstraw” — wow, “Mexicali Blues”), and durable, jamming night-closing rockers (“One More Saturday Night,” “Playing In The Band,” “I Need A Miracle,” “Truckin’,” “Sugar Magnolia”).
This hits hard. We just worked together in 2025 on some new music and had a joyful time with it. This piece, a song I wrote with Robert Hunter, will stand as our mutual final collaboration, and I will always cherish it, along with all the times we played together through the years, from 1988 until last year. Sometimes it was pretty freaking magical. I love you, Bob, and will always fondly remember our many moments, so often transcendent, throwing chords and notes around in space, through the air, together.
- Bruce Hornsby
Photo Credit: Chloe Weir
Our beloved Bobby is enjoying the rewards for a life well lived.
He was a singular force, leading us through song and celebration as only he could.
An unparalleled artist, Bob gave his entire life to storytelling, and never wavered.
We know he will live on in the hearts of all those who knew him, loved him, and everyone who has found peace, comfort, and inspiration through his music - as they will until the end of time.
We send our love to his family, friends and Dead Heads everywhere.
See you down the road Ace...we love you.
- Dead & Company
Okay Bob. I’ll do it your way.
Fkn’ A…
Thanks for letting me ride alongside you. It sure was a pleasure.
If you say it’s not the end, then I’ll believe you.
I’ll meet you in the music.
Come find me anytime.
- JohnBo
I can’t think of anyone that needed to play live music any more than Bob. It went past devotion, past dedication, past obsession. It seemed to me more like self identification. I think he felt it is what and who he was. I also cannot think of anyone who played more live shows. We could depend on it like the sun coming up.
He was so unique as a human and a musician. His mannerisms when he spoke were just as singular as the way he played guitar, sang, composed and lived day to day.
After I got the news I was talking with Jimmy Herring about which Bob song was our favorite. A silly premise with so many songs to choose from, but a catalyst for remembering him. It helps one realize just how deep our history went. (I still can’t decide between Looks Like Rain and Cassidy for whatever it’s worth.) Some people can write songs that just never get old.
Thank you Bob for pulling me into your orbit. There are no words that could ever encompass the last ten years we shared together. I’m so blessed to have been a part of it all. And thank you for being so generous with your time and sharing yourself with so many of us younger musicians. It does my heart good to see so many pictures of you with so many musicians that weren’t in the Grateful Dead. Thank you for including us. There is no higher form of musical grace.
To Natascha, Monet and Chloe, my heart breaks for you. And my heart goes out to you and all of your extended family. I’m so grateful for all the laughs we have shared over the last 10 years.
Lastly if there is anything we can do to thank and honor Bob for all that he gave us it would be to fully live our life. At some point we’re all going to be gone. This life is such a gift, such a golden opportunity. Please don’t let someone else define it. Let it proceed by it’s own design. Follow that inner voice and go for broke!
Lastly, a friend of mine noted that it was sad that Bob died at just 78 years old. I told him I thought Bob packed at least 146 years into it.
And now he’s with his brothers and sisters again on the other side.
Oteil
With HEAVIEST of HEART,
(And this is written much later than thought would be) as I’d go from having endless words on hand, to a numb mind void of thought with the Shock and utter Sadness on the sudden passing of Dear Friend…Brother…Mentor…Bobby Weir!
I’m just reflecting on the fact that 29 years ago (more than half of my life), you graciously welcomed me into your world and “family” to be able to be your bandmate on all the different bands/projects over the years and get to share in the many many magical nights of music and unparalleled life experiences together that I would not have had otherwise! What an amazing ride!!
In addition to your belief in me, you taught me so much about music and just life in general! As a result, I am a better person for it and I can’t THANK YOU enough for that and am
ETERNALLY INDEBTED!!
🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
You have touched the lives of millions of people and I am Truly HONORED and BLESSED to have been one of them and your spirit will stay with me for the rest of my life!!
🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
I know our journey is on “pause” for now and you are once again with your “Family” in the Heavens, but I will see you again My Friend!!
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!! ♥️♥️♥️
RIP DEAR BROTHER BOB!!
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Jeff
Good morning, it's day one AB. There was BB and now this new reality AB. I'm so fortunate. So much love. So much. Bob Weir, my man. My homie. My bandmate. Shouldn't have been me but he gave me a chance and showed me the world. Love to Natascha Monet Chloe. Day one.
Jay Lane
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So long, Bobby!
And thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you Bob, Phil and Donna
Thank you for the lifetime gift of music!
God bless you, Bob
Thank you x1000000
RIP Bob.
Your music will last a long, long time. Thanks Bob!
Sometimes when the night is dying...
I was driving home from my shift at the 911 dispatch center at two in the morning. The last song I listened to as I came up the hill to my home here in Northern California, just a couple of miles from where the "In Room" once stood, was Sugar Magnolia from 5/26/73. The song was ending as I crested the hill and rolled to a stop, but before going inside I sat there in the dark and finished listening to Weir roar out his ending yell a few times before the power of the band overcame him. Bob let his voice rest, and the guitars and the drums and the keyboards finished the song and brought the set to a close. "...I take me out and I wander 'round" and I guess that's about what ol' Bob was fixing to do at that very moment.
Bobby & Donna Duets
Some of the best stuff there, with the ironic "The Race Is On" to the groovy "Lazy Lightning>Supplication" and the funky "The Music Never Stopped" of course! With the biggest number probably being a finale "Sugar Magnolia" whether Bobby & Donna were either woo, wooing or screaming it was sure to be a raucous affair! Rest in Peace you both! Phil too! His passing still fresh.
Special mention to a few other songs relevant; "Weather Report>Let it Grow", "Passenger", "Sampson & Delilah", "Estimated Prophet", "Looks like Rain", & the monster jam "Dancing in the Streets" to round it out!
Bob at Fountain Valley School of Colo. 2015
Just caught a utube video of Bobby at the high school he was asked to leave after attending 1962-63 (and where he met Barlow). On their 85th anniversary they gave him an honorary diploma, lol. He does, of course, One More Saturday Night with the local kids. Dressed appropriately preppy I noticed.
Cheers to Bob!
We Will Understand It Better Bye And Bye
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“Seems like I’ve been here before
Fuzzy then and still so obscure
And I don’t want to see anybody cry
Meet me some morning in the sweet bye and bye
Bye and bye…”
Thanks for more than words can tell
Onward…through the fog…
Mammaries…
Misty water day glow colored mammaries
(Speaking of) One was after a rat dog show at the old Darien lake shed, (the small cool one by the lake) early nineties, and an acquaintance of my GF met Bob after and wanted an autograph but didn’t have anything to write on so offered up a breast which Bob laughing singed. It was big fun seeing how long she could keep it before it wore off…
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Heard that “this must be heaven” bite during Da Bills game on CBS, very nice…
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Another was at first Carrier Dome show 9/24/82, Phil asks the crowd to congratulate Bob on his 5th wedding anniversary (he wasn’t married at the time but what did we know lol) and man Bob looked pissed and raised his guitar and in mock anger almost beaned Phil in the side of the head (think he came closer than he intended lol)
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And not once, but twice saw him slip and land on his ass doing his whole big R&R finale hop and skip out to the stage edge, only when he planted his front foot he slipped. One time we were down front and when he slipped he landed on his ass but sitting on the edge of the stage like he planned it and was just hanging out like nothing happened all while never missing a beat. Not sure who thought it funniest, him, us, or the band!
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I shot this pic at the only show I ever took a camera to 4/8/85 (same as the Phil pic I was using in tribute) When down front, we often would jokingly give Bob a hard time about song choices which Phil loved and would encourage us to Bobs dismay, though he was always a good sport about it…
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We were wondering what was up with Bob at those 60th D&C shows, especially first set of the first night. Reminded us of first night of Phil’s last Capitol Bday show when Phil looked tired and tripped on the carpet and almost fell, which started folks worrying/wondering.
Bob rallied at the park, but that first set was disconcerting. Then it seemed like he wasn’t booking any new shows which was very unBob like, so in the back of our minds we were wondering if something was up…alas, now we know, but still a shock…but warrior that he was he kept at it as long as he could.
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So many memories…singing thank you for a real good time!
May the four winds….
The landscape would be empty, if you were gone
There's no way I could ever, in one post, even begin to express all the emotions I felt when I heard about Bob's passing. There was shock: he seemed healthy and mentally sharp, and I thought he'd be around another 10 years. There was sadness of course. It's sad when anyone dies, especially anyone as kind and compassionate as Bob. Also, up until not so long ago, there was still at least some possibility that Bob, Phil, Bill, and Mickey could get together one last time, and just maybe some of the old magic would happen. Not anymore. But there's also gratitude: what a wonderful life it was, and how lucky you and I were to be here during all those strange and wonderful and terrifying and blessed years.
It's funny the things you remember. My most vivid memory of Bob is watching him do Looks Like Rain at the Greek sometime in the early '80s. It was an afternoon show, and it was a little cloudy that day, a fact not lost on Bob. When he got to the ending, repeating the line, "looks like rain" over and over, he started glancing up at the sky, holding his arms out, palms up, as if feeling for raindrops. It was pretty theatrical for the GOGD, but the crowd ate it up. I did, too. And right now I can see it in my mind's eye as if it was yesterday.
Thanks Bobby
Thanks for the memories Bobby Weir. First show at Alpine Valley 1988, I still remember the post-Drums Miracle, Throwing Stones and NFA. Bob was the definition of the Kinks song, "I'm Not Like Everybody Else." His unique style called back to jazz comping in place of traditional rhythm guitar and his song structures were frequently in unorthodox timing. Been listening to my favorite Bob songs for several days now.
Kind of related, was a little worried about Bill the Drummer as he didn't make a statement. I was very happy to see he had a perfect statement about his loss posted this morning.
Thanks Bobby! Condolences to his family and friends.
My first bus stop
A month after turning 15, I joined my older brothers friends at a New Riders / GD show -- 19 September 1972. Weir had his long ponytail; he was 24 yrs old. People were murmuring about "Europe" and that Pigpen didn't make the show. At that time, each band member - at least the guitarists - had certain mannerisms in performance. When the jamming commenced, Garcia did a little shuffle with his feet, Phil kinda bounced around, and Bobby had this thing where his head kinda moved forward and backward on his neck... we loved to imitate them for fun! But when it was time to rock, it was Bobby who seemed to step forward and lead the band. Months later, we were up front at Watkins Glen, I think it was the daytime show, and the band, as usual, did a stop time near the end of Sugar Mag. Bobby holds up his hand, runs back to his amp, grabs his Heinecken, downs it, runs back to the mic and leads the band into he coda. In a word, fun for 600,000. And that's how it went for another 54 years. Thanks Bob, we had a real good time. Paz to you and your family. HendrixFreak
Forever Grateful - A Tribute to Bob
Bob gave us sixty years. I wanted to share what those sixty years meant to me.
I found the Dead in '94 with a learning disability and a label that said I wasn't smart enough. The music taught me something different. The jams would get dark and dissonant, then find their way back to something beautiful. That felt like a lesson about life. Keep going. Stay in the song.
I became a Deadhead, then a Doctor of Psychology, then an Air Force officer. I've coached pilots through ejection decisions and career-ending moments. None of that happens if I believe the labels they gave me. The Dead taught me not to.
I lost the thread for a while. Built walls. Performed competence. The music faded into silence.
Then a friend had a Stealie on his office door at a military base in Del Rio, Texas. Dr. Scot Storm. He handed me a Grateful Dead coffee mug my second day there. That friendship kept the music alive until I was ready to hear it again.
July 2nd, 2019, Dallas. Dead & Company. That show brought me back.
My wife Sofia and I have seen 11 shows together. At the final tour in LA, 2023, I proposed to her during Terrapin Station. She said yes. We named our company Terrapin LLC.
Later that summer I took my kids to Boulder. Mickey rapped Fire on the Mountain. Then we caught the final three shows in SF. The music that saved me becoming something I could pass on.
June 2024, we were at the Sphere. Still chasing the music.
I ordered Grateful Dead sunglasses as an anniversary gift for Sofia. They arrived the moment she told me Bob was gone. The inscription on the lenses: "Forever Grateful."
My last name is Crow. There's a line about the crow in Uncle John's Band. The company formation date, August 3rd, 2023, turned out to be one of Bob's last performances. The breadcrumbs were always there. I just had to learn how to see them.
Bob wasn't the most talented musician in the band. He wasn't the visionary. He was the rhythm guitarist who kept showing up for sixty years. He never tried to be Jerry. He just kept being Bob.
That's the lesson. Keep showing up. Stay in the song. Push past the labels. Find your way back when you lose the thread.
Forever Grateful.
Thanks
very nice tribute, bro
Thanks For Being A Part of The Soundtrack of my Life
I just want to give you a heart felt thanks for being a part of the soundtrack of my life. I find great comfort and happiness in what you and the rest of the boys and girl created and carried for so many years. My life wouldn't be the same without you bros. I'll miss hearing your dry wit and killer chord progressions. But we'll always have the music! Rest easy Bobby!
Heaven Help the Fool
Dear Friends,
“ Thank you Ladies and Gentleman. Tonight we are gonna start right off with the Drummers choice…”
Bobby, introducing the show opening Feel Like a Stranger, 5 Seasons Center, Cedar Rapids, Iowa July 4th, 1984.
This is the image of Bobby in my head while I cherish that and many other memories of all the years combined…
Blessings and warmth to the Weir Family.
Rest well, Friend,
shwack in NH
Speaking of life that passes like dew...
The thing that was great about the Grateful Dead was that they created what really seemed, in Jerry's words, like far out fucking magic in an otherwise mundane world. Weir was a far out fucking magician who literally changed my life. On the night of April 14, 1984, I went to my first Dead show. By the end of the 7th song, after about an hour, I was a Deadhead for life.
It was Bobby's song "Let It Grow" that did it. I had listened to a lot of blues and rock and roll before that point, but I had never heard a sustained jam THAT hypnotic or THAT powerful combined with lyrics THAT beautiful or THAT inspirational ever. Not even close. No one else knows how to do it. I was to go on to hear a lot more. Goodbye Bob. You and the boys made my life not only better -- you gave me far out fucking magic that can't be had anywhere else.
And furthurmore...
Of course, it wasn't just Bob, it was all those far out fucking magicians. Brent was amazing and I have to come recognize his brilliant musicianship and how much I think he contributed to the band, which was enormous. Jerry and Phil and Hunter need no explanation. Neither do Bill or Mickey. But since they're still alive and maybe they'll read this, they should know that even though Weir's song had already done the job by the end of the first set, along come Billy and Mickey to make sure it was all locked down when they did Drums.
Holy fucking shit! I never heard anything like THAT before either. That particular show had a really nice Drums. Lots of beam and those hanging drums and gongs and everything else. That's far out fucking magic, alright. Those were the days!
Bob Weirs Passing
We are left with the images burned into the crystalline flow. A man moves on............